Who are you? Whence you come from? Where do you live?
Are the questions they ask of me.
So many ways I answered them
But their quest end not, like children,
They ask me again, and again, and again!
I live on this earth.
Its air flows through my body,
They call it my life, prana.
Its food sustains me and nourishes me,
I am in this world, but I am not of this world.
They came and thumped their
Vedas, Bible, Quran, Guru Granth Sahib
And their endless treatises.
Pity them, only I could, for they tell me
Who I am, like one blind telling another!
Oh ignorant, how dare you define me?
I am the nameless, faceless, and creedless.
Through me, the universe exists.
You have seen me in your mind,
Felt me in your hearts, yet you ask me who am I?
(Dedicated to my just-married niece, Nausheen)