Why Me?

Why the cycle of fortune Does not turn for me and Seems to be in perpetual rest, Why the sky is rosy for you Success kisses your feet and You have a habit of riding the crest, Why between us anything bad- Since my birth to till date- Always happens to me first; Whatever good I have tasted, And accolades I received, They have come to me at the last, Why soothing words from me, Makes them think I am fake and Turns a piece of gold into dust, You bath in warmth of love Sun is made to glow upon you, My heart is made to cry and rust, Why is it so with me? Is it a retribution I am paying, For wrong done in past life? It is difficult to pass a single day, Sans a struggle to fill my belly, Hoping an end to sorrow and strife, Forsaken by the cruel world, As a bad omen I roam the street, Without any refuge and care, You get a crowd behind you To sing your success and rise, To stand before you I can’t dare, For how long will it go on? Is there an end to this cruel war, Will there ever emerge a new dawn? I wait for the time when success will Kiss my hand, and I won’t think, Into this world, I should not have been born. @Tiku 08/03/2013