We might suffer this life full of pain,
It seems like a phase; but it actually leaves a stain.
As soon as our peace slightly fades away we all realise that there's nothing left to say.
Is this misery of life or the start of some sane?
We all might suffer this life full of pain.

We all think that it's one of the nature's laws,
If thats so, then why does it becomes someone death's cause.
Not always with Loss but it also comes with Gain,
We have to pay the price and also take the pain.
Once I told this poem to the sky just like an insane,
The cloud shed tears in the form of rain.

Is this misery of life or start of some sane?
We all might suffer this life full of pain