Why me ? کے بول

In the horrible abyss of darkness I am hurt blind man alike I touch the shapes the shapes blindfold I move my expecting Hand upon them And I feel them bearing up into my mind I search the picture of them in the unconcious But they are so far and unknown Why can't i know the colours of rainbow ? Why the moon and the sun are strange to me ? Why can't I see the people's faces ? I do not know The difference between The smile and tearful eyes Why me? In the emptiness hurting to pain I am thristy beggar alike I want to reach heaven at last I want to feel the sence of my existence And discower the purpose of earthly journey But what if does not exist? Will I be able to reach for the sun ? Why does the uncertainly follow me ? Why I am so strange ? Why do I feel cheated and moved back ? Why me?