Poetry As The Philosophy Of Life Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Why am I here,
What the purpose of living,
Why am I,
What am I for?
Sometimes think I,
Feel I within,
What to give,
What to take?

What in my karma,
What in my dharma,
How the sum total,
What my bhoga,
How to reap the consequences
For the sins committed
Trekking and tracking me always?
Thinking it all that
Repent I, lament I silently.

Feeling about the unforeseen future,
Unknown path of life to tread upon
And the recourse to take,
But where to go,
Where the unknown path to take to,
Who can but say,
Where to go,
What it my destination,
What to follow me?

Everything but unknown,
Unseen,
What it my destiny, lot,
Fate and luck,
How the situation, circumstance
To befall,
Quite uncertain of
The anxiety, care and worries
Overtaking me
To aggravate and to add to
My angst and bewilderment,
Despair and dejection.

Frailty and futility of things,
Laying it bare
Uselessness,
How absurd the stuffs
Without any meaning and value,
But still keep we waiting for,
Knowing it not,
Vainly running after fulfillment
And perfection
Which but not in lot
In this world
Of existential nowhere.