Searching Myself

I often search myself in this crowd,

Think of the times when I have no fear, no worries,

The moments when I don't worry for the future which is always so uncertain,

In this world full of humans,

I often search for humanity.

On this beautiful earth

Now I search for the fresh and soothing air to breathe,

I often admire the effort of people

Who fight their battles against the customs of world

But often get disheartened seeing their defeat,

Where are these trends going,

Where are our beliefs leading,

I often search for the answers,

Which have never got the courage to be questioned,

Because they are killed before they are spoken.

I often search myself in this unexplained crowd

Which is drowned in the pool of disbelief and perplexity.