Ant on a floating leaf

Like an ant roosting on a floating leaf,
Here sits my soul holding itself in this beef,
Carried along by the rush of the stream,
To some unknown land, coming in my dream.

Days go rushing by, ant goes travelling by,
Never knowing what is coming by,
Or never bothering what went bye,
Floating in the stream, the ant goes travelling by...

Ant wonders why I am here,
Or am I going anywhere ?
Quests after quests, leading it nowhere,
More thoughts, mind goes in despair...

Am I the king or a slave or a mere witness,
Came here just to see this world distress,
The more it tries to find out its self,
Who am I ? the quest leads it back to itself.

People try to define their fate,
With awe confidence, describing in prate,
But the destiny has already been defined,
Then how can they say, they reach the undefined.

Like an Ant on a floating leaf,
Goes my life floating in grief!
Where does the flow take me ?
Wherever it be, its the purpose I shall be...