In Question Sharing Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Searching self
I reached at the roots,
And I find no hope,
No right, no grievances,
And I told all,
Stay with me
For a night to know
The position of the day,
And all present here okay.

Stay blessed,
Said black wood
Go ahead,
Said white troops.

Not that I am unhappy,
Not that I feel lonely,
Not that I know everything,
But I am searching myself
Who I am, where I come from.
And I am busy always
In question sharing.