Who am I?

Who am I? 

Every hour I straddle the destined paths

from crimson dawns to augured nights,

And when I repose on my armchair  

I retrospect on the existence of mankind.

Even I do not know,

when I will abode this place,

But I surely know, 

I will be again stranded 

amidst this same mankind. 

But again when I will commence

strolling different disdained lands,

in search of that divine light 

will my existence be the same?

Since our kindergarten 

we have been preached 

nothing in this mankind is eternal

But have anyone questioned 

the existence of these 

monks, 

prophets, 

epics and

the revered books.

For a few moments, 

lets forget every ones existence.

But in this mankind 

everyone is opportune once

to have a glimpse of Almighty.

And when I abode, if HE questions me 

"Did your existence prospered the mankind?"

Will I be able to affirm

in my fervor voice, 

Or will my numb limbs 

crumbled in front of HIS divinity

Will I get free from the cycles of life

It all depends on HIS benevolence.

But what if the existence of Almighty itself

have similarities with the mankind,

then even we will start betraying each other.

For mankind 

treachery is like an addiction

With our eyes open, 

we always ignore 

afflictions of mankind.

We believe in building relations,

but seldom take efforts 

to nurture it till eternity.

We can roam like a vagabond 

in search of happiness, 

while we dwell in the masquerade 

and remorse on the things we don't have.

But in this entanglement of my pursuit

to enlighten myself on the existence of mankind

I still have to fathom the essence of my life.

Who am I?