Solitude

this is not original (jus found it sumwhere ....) liked it , so posting it here .....

Yesterday while walking down the road,
wondering about the life which is bestowed,
Is it just me or everyone around,
who feels there is something that bounds.

What is it that makes me feel incomplete,
why do i feel that life is a cheat,
bounded my nothingness am running after something,
i dont know the purpose the reason why i am living.

I went past a beggar asking me for alms,
i took out a rupee and stretched my arms,
he took the rupee and blessed me a happy life,
A rupee for a happy life was such a big lie

Then i came across a businessman talking on his phone,
expensive cars expensive house and everything thats expensive he owns,
Still i caught the same frown on his face,the frown which the beggar held in his gaze.

The question i was pondering over still stood in front of me,
what is it am searching what do i want to see,
the beggar and the businessman how were they different,
what are we all after as nothing brings us content.