I dont know....

Why do I ask from life,

When it submits with no wish?

How do I live it all,

If I wander as a fish?

Why am I lost all the time?

Seldom do I see.

Does life mean just live,

Or is it for myself to know?

Is life nectar for a bee?

Or wood for its pecker?

Should it be the comb for it?

Or a room for the hatcher?

Is the life bound by love?

Or love you need to live?

Does anxiety lead you through life?

Or life makes you struggle to know?

I don’t know how to live,

I am just being through it.

Am I making all of my life,

Or am I not paying a bit?

                                           ...Shiv.