Latent Poem by Shaikh Mahmud

Sitting by my study desk,
Gazing at the mirror, my 'self'.

Wandering in the turbulent thoughts,
Wondering for the entity or nought!

Searching for the pristine pith,
Seeking to know the mortality myth.

Writing or written, the lines of morrow!
Says the heart, deep in sorrow.

Who am I? Is this me?
This is flesh, ywis not me!

Am I effigy? Am I a soul?
Am I a deed? Am I a dream?

Is it a trail; or a stage?
Neither real nor so fake.

Might this be the answer; or a quest?
No one knows, what is next.