May be…

May be…

Staring at the night sky
I wonder
Born as I am, I was why

Was I born to fulfill a mission
Or I was created without a reason

Why do I experience all that I do
What’s the purpose of my existence
why do I fail
Why do I succeed
Why do I write
Why do I read
Why the craving to excel
Why, dear God please tell

Will I my goals achieve
Or will I with my smartness
Just me deceive

Strange is our being
Without knowing why
We keep on living

Will I live to fulfill
My expectations own
Or my repeated failures
Make me myself disown

Staring at the night sky
I wonder
Born as I am, I was why

The dawn will soon break
The coming day will again
On a new journey me take
May be this coming day succeed I will
Recognized I will be as master of my skill

May be I was born to create
Poems out of feelings
To blend my failures and success with words
To speak the language of life
And without speaking to be heard

May be May be
Some day I will know
Born I was why…..

May be…..

The Unicorn

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