Why Am I Here?

My day begins with the thought, every day I start 

My heart longing to learn, some unanswered questions in the chart 

Am I a reality ?, why am I here?

Dumb to these questionS...landing in the same position prior.

Who am I ? And what's my fate?

Seizing my heart throughout the silent day and night.

 I ponder if I can get my creators glance.

But all in vain, my ailing heart never gets a chance 

What's my purpose and the creator's creations?

I really adore the sparkle of his kiss and mysterious fascinations 

 Never would I complain in this anguish ladder of thorns 

As I know I am the one who is living clueless and hope withdrawn.

Never would ask myself such questions again in utter disbelief 

As I have moved myself to the final destination of the chief ... Giving me. a huge relief ..