Where am I?
An innocent voice echoes in my ear
Who am I?
An innocent self screams a silent tear
The I who questions, seated still in the place called here and now!
I can’t take anymore!
An innocent voice looking for a kind ear
I am so tired!
An innocent self cries to his mother dear
The I who is tired, runs a disturbed sleep, beyond the here and now!
It’s a viscous cycle, playing a game called life,
gambling with each moment’s grace
It’s a hamster on a wheel, running around a gift called man kind, seeking more seeing the love in God’s eyes.
– Nim –