THE QUEST OF MY SOUL

Why was I born?
Amidst my thoughts I am torn;
Was it to cram my school books,
Or was it to learn the latest looks.
I am stuck in this loophole;
this is the quest of my soul.


Why was I born?
I think while watching a movie and eating corn,
Was it to win a prize and be called a champ,
Or was it to be a good girl and not a vamp,
I can’t get my aim as a whole,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
My inside me, I always warn.
Was it to follow a set of instructions,
or was it to learn the managerial calculations.
My life keeps on moving on a constant roll ,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
I wonder after a party when my friends are gone.
Was it to eat the pizza bites,
or was it to compare my status heights.
The power above asks me to extol,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
It struck me on a rainy day’s dawn.
I passed by a child who had no food,
with two burgers, near him I stood.
I could see in the mud a struggling tadpole,
and here arose the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
I have got the answer on my own,
It was to get that wonderful smile,
On the face of the child, I met before a while,
Tears took away from my eyes the black kohl,
‘Joy of Giving’ is the answer to the quest of my soul.