Many a time feel I - Am I right?
Am I going on the right route at all?
Is it correct what I am doing ever?
Feel I great sorrow within undecipherable!
Life is going on the world as a journey;
Men are coming and going in places on the way;
Our destination we only know to go only
Our place comes in the long journey of life!
The thing we doing should give us satisfaction;
I am elated in doing creative work often
And yet, the satisfaction I am long for ever
I feel I am not getting at all after achievements!
Why such a longing is continuing even after
I have successfully done whatever I can long?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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