Finding Self.

Even while walking on the most crowded street
My heart beats like a blank sheet.
Each body while crossing me
Imprints their words unseen
I went back where the thought of me begin,
Where I, a thought brought
The cause of my life to cross
And now the blinded me search again my beginning.

My birth, that takes place within each pure breath,
And die with each heart-beat that beats for self,
I reside deep down in selfless you,
And flourish if watered life by you,
Blossom through your deeds
And suck dry on your greed.

I am the self you all long for,
I am the reason for your soar,
I am the reason that your mind has a place of distress,
And I am the eternal satisfaction, if quest.