Why the flowers fade in a day?
Why the sun sets the same day?
Why the youth fades away so soon?
In all these is Nature's boon.
Why the lotus blooms for a while?
Why beauties after a while beguile?
Everything has its own profile,
Nature gives everything a trial.
Winter is always followed by spring,
Music mixes up low notes and zing;
There is always a monotony in One,
Change and diversity create all fun.
When the sun sets in the East,
It rises in the West,
So that we can have the rest,
And they have the zest.
It was composed in reponse to Abha's poem: 'Oh God, why me?
C. P. Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-it-happens-to-me-alone/
