Why Not, Me?

There has always been a time when we have asked our Godheads,

Why us?

What have we done to suffer?

At least i have,

Many a times,

But then one day my Diary brought into light the other side of the coin.

Here it goes,

Dear Diary,

Why me?

I have been looking for an answer for a very long time, and now I am simply sick and tired of finding it out.

My question is simple.

It is easy,

Mostly like that one question in every

question paper which every student knows the answer to.

Or maybe it isn't that simple.

It isn't that easy.

Mostly like that one cumpulsory question in the question paper which seems impossible.

To which we cannot find an answer even after rigorous brainstorming.

Or maybe my question isn't really a question.

It maybe the answer.

The best possible answer, any examiner could ever expect.

It might start with a Wh word but then, now it feels like this isn't really a question,

It's more of a boost,

Because it's high time I accept the fact that it's me and deal with it.