Where Is The Sun Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Where is the sun,
And I am in search of it,
Within and outside.

Thousands of leaves
Are falling daily.
Rivers are going to
Unknown places.
Where am I?
How I am dissolving
With my thoughts?
Why I am not enjoying
The beauty of the mountains
And crying for what.

And I am murmuring with my words.

No one is there to interpret
In right way.
I know not
Whether I exist
Or I do not exist.

Needless to say
I am thirsty
And also I am hungry.

No touching,
No feeding,
And nothing is there
With the ghosts,
And I am searching
Day and night
The light and the flash
In life
Without flashback.