Why not
The clueless cruelty we experience, Is not the phenomena of universe. It is the burning flames of selfishness, Which light us until we are nothing, But a scattered valueless guilty ash. We are full of unreal expectations, Which should pour towards our safes. That in everything taking place, The only question we utter is "why", That we either evacuate or blame. But why can't we wonder "why not", And stop hunting blemishes of others. In every soul there are rights to life, In every heart there are right to love. But we are more of ego than soul. "Why not" can't we be ourselves, Instead of forgetting ourselves? We are born honest and real, But we grew cold hearted and fake, Is there pride in selling our souls? The ability to judge was given, To boost our humility and kindness. The misuse of it creates blames, Which nourish selfishism but... "why not" can't we put it to the end?