In a quiet night a person sigh…
Slouch on a chair, looking up the sky
Trying to explore the mystery
The question is always how and why.
Life is a never ending search…
Of visible and unseen things
Of the things that satisfies us, or
Even of things unfeasible to reach.
Some are looking for a job…
So in this world they would survive
To withstand in everyday life
And every chance they would grab.
A sense of belonging is what others aim…
To feel they’re part of the society they’re in
They will move whatever it takes
For they want to have the fame.
There are people begging for love…
A love that they never ever had
To quench the thirsty and starving heart
The satisfaction they longed to have.
Some are craving for too much riches…
But whenever they got what they want
Still, they would persistently search
For within, there is emptiness.
Like the infinite sky and universe…
That’s so unbounded and hard to traverse
If satisfaction is nowhere else
The search will be likened to a blank verse.
