Why do you make humans suffer
From sickness- mental or physical,
Why is pain- real or imagined,
Of self or of others- a part of life?
Why do some depart suddenly,
Leaving close ones shattered,
Why do some die in the womb
While some outlive their purpose?
Give all humans a blissful life
Free of disease and suffering,
Give just fifty or sixty years
But devoid of rude surprises.
O' God, break your silence,
Make up your mind, and say,
Are you ready for the bargain ?