No one has told me <br />Till I reached at this corner <br />Of this road that the meaning <br />Of life is in protest against <br />Ill and evil deeds yet <br />I have been doing since <br />My childhood but in those <br />Nothing I have got in my life <br />Yet I rise as I did not mind <br />But this time poverty comes <br /> In the way of my love <br />Though I remain indomitable <br />But often comes the fling <br />Of doubt when I am alone <br />Or at rest, have I lost <br />The meaning of life <br />Without my love and against <br /> Whom or what this time <br /> Should I protest?<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-i-lost-the-meaning-of-life-without-my-love/
