Mysterious Existence Poem by V P Mahur

(11/02/2015)
I often try to find out
And time and again ponder
Over my existence here
In this world's sphere
I am not sure I was there
In the world before my birth
As a being on this earth
Nor convinced after death
I will be found anywhere

I often try to find out
Why I care for everything
Why I love this camphor being
Bound by strongly weak string
I am not sure I will be here
With my family and knowns
In any corners or zones
To pay all liabilities and loans
That I received from nature

I often try to find out
Why I worry for my family
Without them I feel lonely
For them I take pains deeply
I am not sure I can share
Any more their joys and sorrows
Watch them in lonely morrows
Sleeping them in eve's burrows
Under my soft affectionate layer

I often try to find out
Why I want to know the details
Whatever in the world prevails
I am not sure I will flare
With all these changing happenings
World's turnings and happenings
These sweet and bitter strings
Lying on the coach, sitting in the chair