Sometimes sitting in a thoughtful mood, <br />I ask myself my purpose here, <br />Searching within for an answer good, <br />the reply of which is not very clear. <br /> <br />When i sit in a thoughtful mood, <br />I ask again who am I? <br />Searching within for an answer good, <br />i get an amazing reply. <br /> <br />Then i ask pondering over my life, <br />wanting to know what lies ahead. <br />Looking within there is always strife, <br />between the self good and bad. <br /> <br />I still ponder about my fate. <br />and the answer I get from within me, <br />You have time and so wait, <br />future unfolds slowly to be. <br /> <br />Then I think about trying situations, <br />wondering why it was always me. <br />We are but prisoners of our actions, <br />that culminate in us facing tragedy. <br /> <br />As I continue to meditate more, <br />understanding of giving of different stuff. <br />Anyone can give of materials things and score, <br />the real giver* is one who gives of himself. <br /> <br />I continue to ask within and pray, <br />why I came here and where will I go? <br />The answer comes as a flashing ray, <br />giving me glimpses of what l should do. <br /> <br />Suddenly everything becomes very clear, <br />my time here will be done one day. <br />With clarity I see the ending and hear, <br />leaving the body my soul will fly away. <br /> <br />I am just passing time here learning, <br />lessons that I did not properly learn. <br />After my lessons are learnt of giving, <br />my soul to stars and heaven will return. <br /> <br />* The chapter of ’giving’ in the book, ‘The Prophet’ written by Khalil Gibran <br /> <br />renukakkar 20.03.2011 <br />Copyright@2011<br /><br />renu kakkar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-am-i-here-18/
