Some times I wonder
Who Am I?
Am I a Girl and this what I will be
or Am i an eternal soul like thee
If I am so powerful
then why am i so weak
I wonder why
do I get distracted from small hurdles like these
If beauty is within
why do I seek it outside
I whonder why do I
Let myself into this trap of beauty around
If life is an illusion
then why do it gets real
Why do I get hurt
when humour is near
If I am made of soil
and ash I will be
Then why do I run behind
this fake identity
So many question
but answers are none
I wonder & I wonder
who I will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are more questions than answers in life. Nice piece of work