Who Exists? Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Who exists?
I can't say.
But I can say,
I am here at present.
Who am I?
I can't say.
But I can say,
I am nothing,
Valued though.

Swiftness is there
In questions and
In answering.
No sign of creation
And destruction, though.
Everyone can see
The flying of the bird,
But to give remark
Nothing but a blunder.

I need
The flame of a candle,
The current of a river,
And everything
A tree wants to survive.
Real identity is in the sky,
And to prove it
The air is blowing
Every time.