Who am I
in the guise of human
where my soul is captive
chained with nerves
veins, flesh and bones
when my soul is subtle
retrieving for freedom.
Who am I
in the desert
where love and peace
are inconsistent
chaos and plundering
are preamble
for every one's life.
Who am I?
why I am here?
for what purpose?
Am I here only to complete
the span of my life
or i have to do something
for the world guys
or only to see the sufferings
without predicting for happier life
or to enjoy this world
leaving all aside.
Who am I?
striking me
again and again.
If my life is futile
my soul will reprehend
to the last breath of my life.
But if i kindle the little lamp
of wisdom, it'd dispel the gloomy night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who am I? And where am I? Good poetry mood!