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