Tonight, Dear God -
I ask some questions;

Not about - Why my heart cries through my eyes,
Or, whether I was enough,
Nothing like that, I promise;

I ask simple questions -

Why earth is brown?
And rocks are black;

Why the sky is grey?
And sea is blue;

Why sun is yellow?
And leaf is green;

Why wind has no colour?
Yet, feels so very pink;

Why are you so bias to a rainbow?
And flowers mostly single-shaded;

Why death, the metaphor for freedom, so dark?
And life so very red;

Why men with money have sleepless nights?
And poor sleep soundly on dirty road;

Why the equipped travellers complain of cold in north?
And child in tatters, serve hot tea, smilingly;

Why orphan cries to a mother, for a mother?
And a lonely mother counts days in an old age home;

And if you are in good mood -
Answer me - Why my soul cries in warm red
And flows in colourless cold tears?

Tonight, Dear God -
I ask simple questions.