A Futile Search

What do I search in my fertile mind? What it actually probes and what it finds? Is it material gain or natural thrust? All should be answered and it is must I wonder at nature’s magical show I find mountains clad with snow I simply think and gaze through window I feel cool breeze in air and words grow I wave my hand in the air When find nothing, scratch the hair Mind simply wonder and try to collect I grab them hastily and recollect This is how I have come into being I have kingdom and act as king I may act and unveil the forgotten gate They may eventually flow at any rate I feel gentle touch when thoughts invade Do they say bye or offer me a shade I sit underneath the tree and feel its flow Face shine beautifully with fine glow Reddishness rush and I hear something It is musical note in the ears to ring What is this little whispering to suggest? It is difficult to understand and digest I may try to prove as nature’s child Prefer to be hard but always mild Go as usual without being wild Words to be smooth and very kind It is me and no one else No one dares and openly tells I am the only one to decide the destiny It is the way I rule the kingdom tiny I may sit idly and think seriously of the past How quickly it has ended in succession very last I find nothing new in the morning What else can be there in the evening? If need be I can end seclusion It may be good to find lovely inclusion Why don’t I share my treasured philosophy? Will it reward me with any of the trophy? Well, this has haunted me quite a lot Heart and mind many times fought Still it prevails with lot of confusion I must see it with new concept and vision I must reach at the end of the road It has to be done without bearing any load I am sure it will deliver very good result I need not ask anybody or consult It may open new gate and air may rush in Cool mind to open and shun the ideas of any sin It may invite scores of many things to usher Joy and happiness all over when some one may whisper