Sometimes I wonder who I am, <br />May be <br />A lie in the name of existence, <br />A bubble in the ocean of life, <br />A bird on the branch set to fly, <br />A morning star ready to set, <br />Or a pearl of dew lying on a leaf <br />Waiting for the sun. <br />The more I think, <br />the worst I feel, <br />The mystery of existence is very deep, <br />Noone has ever touched that depth, <br />The candle burns and completes its course <br />Where is it now? <br />Its beauty, <br />Its grandeur, <br />Its being, <br />And even its wick, <br />Everything is ruined. <br />We drift into enternal sleep and wake up <br />Into another world. <br />We are like apparitions <br />Here are and here are not. <br />Can anyone tell who we are?<br /><br />Mohammad Akmal Nazir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-are-we-25/
