DESIRE OF SPACE

Where I am is a great mystery,

For which entity I wait for,

There is no one to have any interest in me,

I feel alone with lot of desires

I always remain in trouble,

My expansion is mysterious for everyone,

Sometimes I also dodge by my own expansion,

Certain things give me a joy of eternal bliss

But when I look into my past,

There is no hope to find myself,

As I am perpetual without any limitations,

I even cannot understand my own creation

Is my destiny is not parochial?

Can I find even more without any restrictions?

I am alone but my existence is not,

If I find my existence then this leads me into a new world