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Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir IN

Post Graduate Resident Department of Pediatrics and Neonatology

Why do I still fight on? Why is there room for hope Still left in my soul that should have filled with despair? Why do I stubbornly continue to grope For exits, which, I know, have been sealed? Perhaps I am too young and haven't tasted fully The bitter poison of continuous defeats? Perhaps I am too rash and can't consider coolly The end with which each aspiration meets? I know I am weak, I know I'm alone. The chance of losing's great, the chance of winning-slim. But even by defeat, perhaps I might atone For sufferings that fill Earth to the rim. And maybe in the grave, my body bruised and sore, My conscience will torment me no more. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ * I am a simple man.