Life Itself Is Puzzling Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Puzzling
Gajanan Mishra

Life itself is puzzling,
I can't say in which way
It is going on and also
I can't say what is the purpose
Of going, staying, doing,
Smiling, crying, dancing.
Also i can't say what is
The truth and what is false.

Life is all about learning,
Learning what and learning why,
I can't say all that here,
But I can feel something is there
Disturbing many a time
For which I am here far from
Right words, right actions,
Right judgement and happiness.

Am I pure? Life put question
And I puzzled with air and fire.
What is life? It is all puzzling
Here and there and some one
Is there to walk into it all.
In living I am regular, and
Particular to time.
Hair-raising is that in
Timelessness always I live in.

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