The spirit is at war with life,
And the heart is lamenting about the injustice done.
Doing good for everyone,
But reaped hardly anything good in return.
Is it the true fairness of the universe?
When things are destined already,
Why do the souls put efforts for making things better in life?
When life ditches your spirit,
The spirit does nothing but lament.
We are merely the pawns of Lord,
Just seeing the world treacherously unfolds.
Where should the poor soul plea?
When the Listener isn’t ready to listen?