Who I am 🙄
Every night before going to bed, My confused mind, I hardly read, Used to ask me questions, quite often it said, "Who are you?", time & again rang the question inside my head. People come to life & go, But only some in their due course hardly know, Why they are sailing through with the row, Life's hardship that were bestowed on them, had no belonging though. I tried finding the answer though it seemed hidden within me, The fruit I am having since ages, being unaware of the tree, However I made an answer for my mind & since then it seemed a bit free, To unlock what I am searching for, I know I will have to pay heavily for the key. Today, when once again, when I sat alone, after a long span, Ignoring all that was happening around me, much more than I can, I could feel something, towards me as it ran, My confused mind said it is unhappy with the answer and now needs a new plan.