The Unexplained Purpose

Asked many A Times was I
Why do I spend my times with Thyself

Why Do I not Understand The Purpose
Of Being Myself

Laughed Loud I ,Never had a Reply
Just Gazed at the stars looked above the sky

People so strange , Think only in a range
A Glass half full is looked yet drained

News I watch , Only to Learn about Pain,
Insanity shown is through what many gain
Yet I feel it to be Insane, to see many dying in vain

Tried understanding the purpose of my soul
Deceived by myself was I, when learnt I was so cold,
Could not connect to thee, I tried many a times to be free

Lost, yet not alone, I realized I was not on my own
Gazed up in the sky to be free, I wished a sky ,where I could be my own, a place, if wings
had I , could’ve flown.

Looking at the fleshy mass on my soul, I ask,
Is our purpose truly not told?
Are we all so odd and cold?

Why in a womb I spend 9 months and come out in a Life full of misery and pain? 
When I am unsure about life
Then what is it, what we gain?

When only a normal, just survives and strives.
I ask 
what is life?

---You can purchase my book of Poems "Temet Nosce"------Where you will find the rest of my
poems--

--- Mustafah Mun
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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