WHY

Angelo Pfithu


Why did you breachour troth?
Came you say two words ‘I Cannot’
Every being smiled ‘nd thought
Us as sole. Desolately, ‘no’ you wrote a note.
Someonebane your senses,
Who would have thought these nonsenses?

 

 

Why cannot you assure yourself?
Why accept other’s tweet believing fact?
Verily you knewethI beguile never myself,
When our Realm was Green you sowed defect.
Turned cold, inflaming grieve in my soul,
Bear in mind, I respire like you, I present no foul.

 

 

Why cannot you contemplate on theleast deed?
When I extol you in songs ‘nd in all manner;
When your begetters couldn’t provide Istow thy need,
Thereafter you chose the path to maim, Oh! Maimer.
What was my wrong? What was my wrong?
The eyes turna weeping spring,it’s so strong.

 

 

Why do this heart keep breathing? 
Why must the sea haste to shore?
Why do the stars ayont keep twinkling?
They should know it’s all o’er for sure.
It ended when I lost you at once,
The whole universe should ceased at once.

 

 

Why do the sun shine above?
Why do the birds sing? The river flow?
Give rest Lord, I lost my love, I have no love;
The blood in my veins flow.
The tears won’t pour now,
The heart’s incapable of love now.

 

 

Why to torture is you fine art?
Why to see me suffer is your ecstasy?
Deceiving is your finest art;
Hear out! I ain’t compose of stone, wood and fantasy.
Wilfully thought you walked away for the best?
Nay! My soul have suffered enough, give rest.

 

 

Why to wound is your prime ideas?
If love envieth not, but is patient and kind
As in Verse Four, Thirteenth Chapter of First Corinthians;
Why isn’t your love kind?
I gave you the whole of me, you care not me,
The lassie I trusted ‘nd loved most fooled me.

 

 

Why must I pray daily? Oh! Flown in the wind,
Love ravaged and buried deep underneath;
Songs ceased, courtship ignominy, life unkind,
Nihilist of everything. The soul sold beneath.
For till you sell the soul, the Devil keep buying,
Mephistopheles bought my living.

 

 

The Earth open its Mouth and devour ravenously,
The bodyputrefy till fetid smell fill the earth;
Where I dwell there exist rancorously,
I have lost faith in love, everything on this earth.
What is left of me isanger and infamy,
It’s a disgrace thing to live in ignominy.

 

 

Funny how life is- when you weep I shed,
We were each other’s reflection then;
Million died, million born, million sun set,
Million days and nights passed, yet we loved then.
What remain is a mere analepsis of life,
These memories will haunt e’en in next life.

 

 

I was poor,couldn’t give you bridal ring,
You but ardently willing to become spouse;
‘The world of our own’ that’s what I often sing,
Came you soon thought me of louse?
Why should this bourgeoning love die?
All was nothing but just a lie.

 

 

I tried to enchant malediction, I cannot
I tried wishing karma take its course, I cannot
I wished it aggrieve you as much as it injure me, I cannot 
If I die the whole world should know and nod-
My love never died. My last hope failed bitterly in love
If there’s but another world hereafter let me love.