To each and every man,
My question is who you are,
Where you are, how long
You would be here.
My questions are specific,
But no one come forward so far
With specific truthful answer
And for which I am worried.
For how long we would
Remain in dark, for what
We shut out mouth and close
The doors of wisdom.
I see someone with
No eyelids, I see someone
Present everywhere, I see
Someone do everything.
But who I am, even this question,
I failed to put to me.
Am I intact here?
Am I not looted?
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