This Is Life

It’s all about I, me and me. Why? Because my heart is broken, because I’m suffocating everyday or because I wake up with a painful chore called living. Why am I to suffer? Why am I to break down everyday in unknown places? Should I ask God about it? Should I ask the drunk man in the alley? Will he understand me? Will God understand me? Will any being on the planet understand me?
Every question is rhetorical. There are no answers to it. This is life and I’m living it. 
© Aniket More


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