Why ?

The boy stood alone and cried,
a lonely figure with none by his side,
His misery too sad to see,
a bundle of sobs was he,
his world was now in shadows,
of barred glasses on cracked windows.

Some consoled and hugged him,
some others afraid to face him,
speaking kindly, all of them,
But what could he say to them,
for,how do you feel when your parents die,
the only question he asked was - "Why?"

- Rahul