No One Is Reading Me

1. No one is reading me, But why? Am I not used to them? Who knows what is useful And when? Am I scattered? Are my words not cleared? See my eyes, Are they not shared? Do anyone finds shadow In my footstep? Let all see How I am fixed. I am here to read me. 2. But I am here In my house, And my house is full. I am uttering my words, The sun, the moon, The water, the air, All are there. I am not in favour of anyone, Not against anyone. I am searching The meaning of my life. I know not whether I am dead or alive. I am what I am in this space.