Searching self
I reached at the roots,
And I find no hope,
No right, no grievances,
And I told all,
Stay with me
For a night to know
The position of the day,
And all present here okay.
Stay blessed,
Said black wood
Go ahead,
Said white troops.
Not that I am unhappy,
Not that I feel lonely,
Not that I know everything,
But I am searching myself
Who I am, where I come from.
And I am busy always
In question sharing.
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