Life - The Air, The Fire Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Rituals of worship,
I have forgotten,
Excuse me.
I have forgotten
What I am to do
At this time.
I am sitting,
I am standing,
I am crying,
And crying,
Without knowing
The reasons.

Clothing and flowering
The earth and the sky,
I have forgotten.
I have forgotten
The past and
The present.
I know not what is
Written for the future.
The situation is not
Static as you know,
And I know not
How to adjust.

The air, the fire and
The water all are here
With me dear.
And I have forgotten
How to offer,
When to offer.
What for I am here,
I have forgotten.
Nothing wonder, I realize,
It is all for struggle,
And at every moment
I face a new chapter.