Unhappy Life

Piercing my bosom,

A voice comes out 

From the cracks of heart.

Though belligerent,

It raises many questions.

Quelling its righteous argument,

I show disappointment over the earnings of life in spite of rigorous sacrifice and work.

Blaming the luck 

With a gloomy face,

I stare at the sky to send voice 

To grill God for my unhappy life.