So troubled is the soul sometime that you question your very existence on this Earth,your purpose in life, the use of your being in this Universe....
WHO AM I?
("Shall man be even as the foam/ that sits an instant on the ocean's face/ and is taken by the passing breeze-/And is no more?" Kahlil Gibran)Who am I?
What am I?
A dot on Earth,
A speck in the scheme of universe...
A grain of sand
Blown by the wind,
From land to land...
A piece of cloud
Risen from earth
Floating endless in the sky
Melting in few drops of rain
Back to earth in similar vein...
A tender leaf,
First green and fresh,
Now yellowing with golden hue,
Clinging still to the bough
Of life,
Of use to very few!
Who knows?
What might ensue?
A dewdrop
On a blade of grass,
Here now &
With the first ray of the sun,
Evaporate into thin air,
Gone, never to reappear
In short-lived moments of life,
(Life hanging in the air),
Will I shine a while?
Break the rays of Sun into
Multicoloured rainbow bright,
Or just perish, disappear,
Long before that?
A comet hurled
From the sky
Strike the earth,
Become a star in the sky,
A planet around the sun,
A far cry...
Or simply disintegrate
To dust in the sky...
Who knows? But my end is near...
Will I shine a last time?
Before the heavens claim me
Back into their fold?
What am I?
Who am I?
Why am I?
Just to exist...
And soon to die...?
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2005-12-11 at 05:23
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