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Waiting for the Bitter Reply....

Why do I want things, which are not for me?
Why do I watch things, which I shouldn’t see?
Why my heart is trapped, when I want it free?
Why this cell is locked, where shall I find the key?
You give me things, which my heart doesn’t need.
You teach me songs, which I don’t want to sing.
You want me to fly, as if you’ve given me wings.
You’ve given me nothing, what do you want me to bring.
You make me look like a servant and you act like a king.
How is my life mine, when you have power over me?
How is my choice mine, when you impose your will on me?
You want me to praise you; you want me to bend my knees,
There’s no way to do this, you’ve made no place which has peace,
You send many prophets, you send different sights,
And then you ask me to pick and follow the book, which is right,
Don’t feel bad but I feel that,
You are the actual reason for people to fight.
You are the one to make things in pair,
The day with light is later covered with darkness in the night,
You’ve given me your soul so bright, and also the shadow of Satan beside,
And then you want me to decide, what is wrong and what is right?
When I try to kill myself, you say its sin to suicide.
You’ve given me a confused mind,
You’ve given me eyes, but made me blind,
And then you want me to find,
Deep in my heart there is a soul, which is kind.
You don’t want me to do things, which are Evil,
But its you who made me and also the Devil.
These are my questions, if you are giving me Hell,
Either answer them, or bless me in heaven I shall dwell.