from where to start...

Everything ends when my pen stops.
But from where I start is not the beginning.
Even if I don’t care
But I leave thousands of question marks.
Where to start???
Where life is only a struggle for existence;
Or from there, where people feel pain even in rosy beds
Where happiness comes like waves;
Or from there, where every thing is lost
In times’ caves…
Where there is a fight between man & dog’s child
In the garbage for a piece of bread
Or from there, where the concern is which side
Of the bread should be buttered...
Where every eye is full of golden dreams,
Or from there, where life is wandering on the verge
Of death with every uncertainty
Lastly, I found,
It is really difficult to start, on part of mine,
But still I am with the pen in my hand,
With a hope that
I will start...