Why?

Why is that

the green is so pale?

The buds are alive,

but some petals are stale..

Why does the tears 

come when I smile?

And at each milestone 

there are a few extra miles…

Why the sweet song 

is always so sad?

And one new life comes 

after someone is dead..

The rose gives love 

while its thorn gives blood,

Some feelings are expressed, 

while some are walled…

Few journeys are beautiful, 

but why are they short?

While some mundane trips 

continue so long…

One step ahead, 

and two steps back,

Why the daylight is 

bathed in black?

Life is beautiful, yet at times, 

death seems nice,

The blessings of some 

are filled with vice.

Why is it that people 

never remain the same?

Why, once gone, 

you came back never again????????