Where is the sun,
And I am in search of it,
Within and outside.
Thousands of leaves
Are falling daily.
Rivers are going to
Unknown places.
Where am I?
How I am dissolving
With my thoughts?
Why I am not enjoying
The beauty of the mountains
And crying for what.
And I am murmuring with my words.
No one is there to interpret
In right way.
I know not
Whether I exist
Or I do not exist.
Needless to say
I am thirsty
And also I am hungry.
No touching,
No feeding,
And nothing is there
With the ghosts,
And I am searching
Day and night
The light and the flash
In life
Without flashback.
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