You‘ll not find me among those, who saddens with rap, <br />Drenched with rain of grief but kept the invigorating cap <br />On my head, stole a drop of joy from the ugly-grief sea <br />If smelt bitter or sick palsied mind rung, I bow to Thee. <br /> <br />Don’t want to be a trouble for others but alone I’ll face <br />Should I lash with His wrath? No-no, but seek His grace, <br />When cloud hovered over, dark and heavy and rained <br />More trouble I got, stronger I became, I always gained <br /> <br />But the problem with me is the human agony and grief <br />If there is a racial or faith riot, targeted victim is women <br />Race and faith drained into the gutter, lost motif in brief <br />Seen abandoned life in the jungle of humanity creeps in <br /> <br />Adulteration, rape and illegitimate relation is forbidden <br />Riot or such massacre is away from faith but motif hidden<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-cry-14/
