Cursed The Loser
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I shouted in the middle of the night
Like a mad man
Squealing loudly invite a million questions
Make me like a loser
I ask 'why' to God
Why do not I swim with treasure?
Why am I unhappy?
Why is always trouble coming?
Then why did you create me?
Pondered for a moment
I try to get rid of this madness
But my mouth would not stop ranting
Crying a painful life
I ask 'Why' to God
Why should I be poor?
Why else can laugh?
Why did the problem come to me?
Then why should I always?
I keep singing loudly
Preceding this early morning bird chirp
I'm getting darker
Closes the light before morning
Now I ask 'What' to God
Am I much wrong?
Do I have to be patient and patient?
Do I have to die?
The more I do not understand this life
A thousand times I have patience
A thousand times the problem comes to change
One hundred thousand times I cursed
And a hundred thousand times the problem stays
Even though I always ask 'Why, Why, and What' to God
Did God hear it?
I believe you are all-hearing
I believe You are the Seer
And before I more cursed life
I put my hand on this presence
In the last third of the night
Hope this time get an answer
"Give your servant this success in living life"
**Original by**
01/01/18