Fabricating an Answer

When a person cries bitterly, and asks mournfully for an answer,

the universal silence stands still boastfully , and in its perpetual indifference,

his bitter sobbing usually receives no answer.

When a person cries bitterly, and asks mournfully for an answer,

the bragging cosmic mechanism does not pay the slightest attention to his wailing,

and in its contemptuous scornful eyes, his wailing is usually unanswered.

When a person cries bitterly, and asks mournfully for an answer,

the desolate lonely nights exhale their cold breath impatiently,

and amid their vacant cold heart, his hot tears usually find no answer.

When a person cries bitterly, and asks mournfully for an answer,

those close to him may fake some tears, and in their deaf, inattentive ears, 

his agony usually finds no place to rest its head, save on their impassive unmoved cold shoulders.

When a person cries bitterly, and asks mournfully for an answer,

the crowded streets shrug their shoulders condescendingly and say:

A grain of sand on our sidewalk, is not worthy to receive any answer.

When a person cries bitterly, and asks mournfully for an answer,

the Providence is the only one who would listen carefully to his pains,

and is the only one who always offers the tormented soul an inspired answer.

But unfortunately, the inspired answer cannot be interpreted by the inherent limitation of the human mind, 

and the tormented soul cannot find any solace, except through fabricating an answer.