Seerat's poems

What was her fault? Being born in this world? Making her own fairy tales, Trying to find her dream world? What was her fault? Being a little girl! Finding happiness in little things, Her smile shining like a pearl? What was her fault? Why did she have to face the death? Why was it her? Did it really have to be her last breath? Where is the justice Why does hell still dwell here Humans worse than beasts Why did a little angel have to bare Why was she the victim? Where are the prisoners? Why are they still free? Making us the sinners?

What is it? Chasing the dream We haven't yet seen Trying to become someone We have never been Walking one this way Not knowing what is the game of play Will it end somewhere? Or will it just lead to an endless bay What is this road? What is to be showed ? Each sentence they say Is a meaningless ode Is this how we are to thrive? Is this the reason for being alive? In the end Isn't it all about, how to survive?