As I Cry
As I Cry
by Vinita Singh
when it is not so bright,
or is it the day,
when I am so far away?
I wonder sometimes, why do I cry?
Is it the still sun shining
in the evenings or
the dull dawn in the morning?
Why is it the sudden sadness
I feel at times as I cry?
The long and lonely months,
or the sudden change of growing years?
As I cry, I ask myself, why?
The tremendous thoughts of past
memories in my mind.
Oh! Could it be the frightening
lightning thundering so loudly?
As I cry, I ask myself, why?
The growing days and passing years,
so sudden, so still, gone and passed.
I ask myself again, why do I cry?
Copyright © 2004
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