They call me names,
They call me poet.
I am a simple fragment,
Of a forgotten thought,
Searching its essence
in the vagrancy of a pool of cognition.
Searching its roots in the consciousness of the universe.
I am lively,
but empty.
I neither live nor exist;
I am, I was and I will be.
Sarvesh Kulkarni
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-66/
