THE LONE JOURNEY

On a lone arduous journey
A traveler set off to discover
The meaning of his life
On the green mountain of summer

'What my destiny is?'
'Why am I here?'
'What life means?'
'I'm so unclear'

'Is it given for a reason?'
'Is it shown as a sign?'
'Is it there for a purpose?'
'How can I make it define?'

Engulfed in his questions
As he sat on the mountain slope
Vexed in the sea of confusion
He said,'I shall not lose my hope'

He sank deep in thought
As he gazed the rising sun
And she said to herself
With a thought so sudden

Whoever created that shining sun
And the land and the sky
Must be the only One
Worthy of worship and most high

He must be the only One
Who created mountains and  trees
He must be the only One
Who created  rivers and seas

He must be the only One
Who created crops of rice and wheat
He must be the only One
Who created the fruits which we eat

He must be the only One
Who created lovely soaring birds
He must be the only One
Who created animals which live in herds

He must be the only One
Who created my heart and my mind
He must be the only One
Who created the whole of mankind

He must be the self - sufficient
And the most Gracious  One
He must be the immortal
Having no partners and no son

He is the One who created me
So which of his favours shall i deny?
To him we should all worship
To him every creature rely

As he pondered on his life
He took a breath in ease
And blinked his peaceful eyes
Inhaling the cool breeze

Because now he knows the answers
Of true essence of his existence
And now he is in peace
On the pathway to guidance