Am I Really Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Am I really living
In the age of fear
Tension insecurity
Stress strain doubts
Tiredness crimes violence
Anxiety sorrow sufferings
Disease depression insomnia
And tranquilizers, my dear?

All they are there
It is I who is inviting them
To my room and taking all worries
Without any reasons.
It is I who is forgetting the truth
And going far away from love.

And I am suffering
Only for the default
That is in me.
Being the son of nectar
Being the son of light
I realized the Supreme Truth.