WHO AM I?

I question the flowers, the birds in the sky
An inquiry, to me not any reply.
I ask the sand, the tides of the sea,
to tell me my goal or my destiny.

All silent are the trees,
Like the sky without any breeze.
The sand in pain makes a cry,
For too hard it is to even try.

All living in the ocean so deep,
Flee away when I at them peep.
Answer they cannot my question,
Nor give some hope or suggestion.

Are my thoughts a puzzle?
Or just a senseless riddle?
I ask the ground, the setting down sun,
Why so much my heart does burn.

With pity the sun looks down at me,
Saying this is how life is meant to be.
The ground in fear does hide its face,
Unable to answer it hides in disgrace.

All the forces of nature,
Nor all the living it does nurture,
All fail to solve my heart's request,
To show what is my truest quest.

In spite how hard I ever do try,
The question’s unanswered 'WHO AM I?'




PS: Asking oneself this question is the beginning of significance to a mere existence. Am I this body that everyone sees, am I the mind that confuses, the heart that loves, the emotions that burn, the attachments that bind, the thoughts that stray, the habits that corrupt, the actions that are misunderstood, the intellect that decides, the soul that we dont see or maybe I am something beyond!! It's an enquiry I've been trying to resolve for many years and have been futile all the way. But I know oneday before this mortal life comes to cease, the enquiry will be answered. And till then, the torment continues, the enquiry intensifies!!