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