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