Some days

a poem by Saratha Subramaniam

Some days I wonder what the human race is doing,
   only to cause havoc and turmoil to other weak beings.

Somedays I wonder if life is about me or others
 only to realise that its about all of us.

Somedays I wonder whether people mean what they say
 but only to know that they are for themselves.

Some days I wonder if God is there and watching and listening to me
 but now I know he is there for all of us its just that he too needs his rest.