I look into past
To have a better
Glimpse of future.

Then
I go through
The newspaper.

Frozen tears,
Wounds bleeding,
Sighs and sobs
In words woven.

they shock the world
And bury hopes
For next days.

Is life only a tragic tale?
Retrospection is needed.

God is always just.
Our deeds keep piling up
So pile up our tragedies.