Why have I got the knowledge of words when I am asked to remain silent …why I know the letters, the alphabets when I have been asked not to praise my beloved…why can I even speak when my voice will never be heard now…why can I even see when I won’t be able to see my beloved…why can I still walk when my tracks towards you are being blocked …why can I still hear when I can not hear your voice…why can I breath when my breath is a burden after your departure…why can I still speak when my voice is not reaching to you….why my tears are still wet when my soul has dried …why am i even still alive…if I am already dead!