I am now too much confused,
By the happening of sad events,
To me, success is cruelly refused,
Despite my God-given talents,
To question God, I am induced,
Why my progress, God prevents?
Why do I lose though I truly try?
Sky knows that I don't at all lie,
Die my ambitions that are high,
My doubts to God, I repeat,
Why for agony I am a target?
Why should I face only defeat
To suffer loss in the life-market?
Can't I perform a great noble feat?
So that peace of mind I can get.
M V Venkataraman