Moving on surface of earth by his mercy and kind,
Thinking for several times address we do not find.
We search for our addresses asking each other,
Wait please, you will get, strangers say us further.
We do exist neither in mind nor in crowd or wind,
We vibrate frequently and search as does a blind.
By the help of stick a blind moves here and there,
Although he gets his path, for our path we do not care.
Where do we run? Why do we run behind matter?
What is there exactly? That we understand better?
Some they open their doors, some close the shutter,
Some love to be thinner, some love to be fatter.
Why do we hang between certain and uncertain?
What does it that fluctuates? The secret does contain.
How can we move to the length that we do attain?
Why do not we know the cause of the pattern?
Where are our visions? Truly now where are we?
How can we identify? The path how can we see?
Who does charge rent? Who does pay the fee?
Where are our actions? How can we able to bend knee?
Pintu Mahakul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-we-11/
