Ask Pachas Paisa #3 (or 50 Cent)



Just a few weeks ago my life seemed perfectLoved to live, never wanted to forfeitNever thought about death or about my coffinBut I’m popping pills and spending my time coughin’In my twenty five years I’ve never felt like I lacked an answerUntil the moment when I was told I’m being attacked by cancerMy family’s devastated and my life has come to a haltAm I to blame God? With who am I supposed to find faultAll that I ever lived for has suddenly just slipped outI’ve been reduced to nothing; I’m totally insane and flipped outI wish God would just tell me what I did to deserve this fateI have only loved and never ever worked to serve hateIt feels like hell when I’m awake and hell when I’m sleepingAll the people I love are either pitiful or weepingScrew all the morals and principles I lived byI’m through with abhorring sins; I’m left with no alibiThere is nothing in front except a voidI’m filled with a disrespect I can’t avoidWill God tell me what I did to receive this?I look around and see happy cheats and deceiversWalking around enjoying life with no diseasesI’m left with a crying wife whose life is split into piecesMy heart is bleeding and my pain never ceasesThwarted breathing, why can’t you save me oh Jesus?My treatment is just for some time, say all of the doctorsI’ll be soon rendered helpless, why does death have to mock us?An unhindered life needs only very little time to shock usWe can never predict what is there in store for usBut I know for a fact that life is indeed torturousCould be even tomorrow that I end up in a mortuaryWhen I was young I thought there was a burning torch for meBut now it’s been put out yet the infernal heat is scorching meAll this undeserved pain and shattered dreams I could have enduredWhy is my family too being battered and deeply injured?If only God had let me know this two years agoMy lovely wife wouldn’t have been fated to shed tears aloneMy heart breaks further when I think of my mother and fatherTwo people who thought I’d reach greatness and even fartherHere I am now sobbing and counting my daysThe cancer in me robbing the sun’s raysI’m now convinced destiny has nothing to do with one’s waysIt doesn’t matter if you’re into peace or into gunplaySome are forced to leave and some to just stayLife will slip from you whether you cuss or prayNothing’s left for me except pain and dismayI wish I was never born in the first placeI’m going to die clueless in this deathly maze
Death awaits me around the corner with a cold gaze
As a child I never thought I’d never see old age
I’m about to leave this book of life like a torn page
I placed in God all my trust to ensure my safety
Not knowing in my case he would be so hasty
He didn’t even let me know of my purpose
Instead left me to suffer like a rotten carcass
My heart beats no more and there remains a cold sore
People like fishes swimming to the ocean’s roars
I’ll soon be buried unnoticed in the depths of the muddy shores.


No Hope, Bombay.
Dr. 50 paise replies:
I won’t try to sound absurd by saying I know what you’re feelingWe all have experienced hard times when our lives were reelingBut what you’re going through right now is far too personalFor anybody to demand that you be calm and act rationalCancer is doubtlessly one of the world’s biggest cursesInto dejection and misery its victims it immersesLife suddenly twists contrary to what one rehearsesShattering dreams and the lives that each person nursesBut God is not unfair and he’s not a punisherHe’s the loving father and not a cruel admonisherDifficulties come our way as little tests of faithLife for everyone is a fierce struggle with fateCancer however can’t be termed as just another hurdleIt scars one’s vision with pits and blurred hillsIt’s unknown to this world the plans that the Lord makesBut he has a reason for every single life that he takesEverything around may seem it has changed for the worstBut a strong heart filled with faith should replace the outburstsPrayers have been proved to create great miraclesSincere pleas will help break manaclesEasy it is to have faith when the sky is clearBut the test really is when the dark night is hereYour life has not become a symbol of insignificanceLife becomes death when your interior thickensThey could have all the money in the worldBathe in gold, rubies, diamonds, and pearlsBut you’re surrounded by people who care for youOnes who’d die for you and be there for youDon’t think the time till now has been wasted hoursLife is a tree that grows through dry days and days of showersFilled with fruits so sweet and some that tastes so sourBliss and agony goes together like the fate of loversBeliefs and strength are never to be let go ofGod is capable of wonders one can never know ofDo not treat these lines as if they’re lines of false hopeGod is your balance when you’re walking life’s tight ropeThe heights you wanted you say haven’t been reachedThe promises you made yourself you say have been breachedGreatness isn’t measured by your riches or fameNor does it matter how many people recognize your nameWhat’s real are the hearts and lives you touchThe tears that you catch which you deem not muchThe broken lives you support by being their crutchGive yourself up to God and he’ll take away your painsAn honest man always suffers more than one who feignsClean hands are fewer than ones with bloodstainsGoodness sustains life and not merely food grainsClear your mind and focus on all that you have doneYou’ll realize your real journey has just begunIt’s leaving God’s Earth with a clear conscience that’s the purposeSpreading love and joy that can never be surplusLeaving other people’s lives better urges God to help usTo the rich and famous life is nothing but a circusFire and noise adorned with moments of fake sparklesMeaningless existence living out your fleshMeanwhile real life exists outside this meshFinding your self and finding the almighty LordResort to the feather and abandon the swordPray your heart out and search for the answerYour soul and spirit will never succumb to the cancerLeave your worries and submit to prayersFor those who trust have a place up the heavenly stairs.
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Published on June 07, 2013 02:53
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