Multi Fold

“Who is prepared to walk with me” no one This question strikes me from time to time My eyes search for and puts same thing I have no answer for anything I had been in this world Moved with all in same fold Not all appreciated my effort It was as if drawing ship near port The sea is vast open The eyes can not reach it’s horizon It is miles and miles in distance I have given thought at once One day someone may join Share the agony and pain I shall wait for that day to come Hold the hand firmly and welcome Life is multi fold The quest is within and not told Go out and venture under open sky There is no room to ask question why