Oh Lord kind, tell me please, why are we born?
Why do you send us to Earth, to feel forlorn
Why do we have to struggle life long, tattered n torn.
For life drudgery is everyday, from morn.
Hunt n struggle one has to, for his corn.
People are out to cheat, decive n con.
Rich have plenty, yet wear jeans torn;
And the poor have clothes not, hence are in clothes torn.
Can someone please explain, what really is the purpose? WHY IS ONE BORN ?

Armin Dutia Motashaw