I also like questions in poetry. I wrote this one nearly two years ago, a pointless and futile one. Anyhow, wanted to share it:-

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“AM I ME?”

Am I me? All in all at my will?

On my hold I live and die I will?

Do I myself direct the turnings of my days?

Or the possibility changes all the ways?

Can I be the owner of my being and death?

Can I get them by my logic, by my wealth?

Is my life purposeless and just a game?

Are religions meaningless, excuses lame?

In my hands the moving spheres can I take?

What's my limit to which I can make?

Is this my only life or are there any more?

Am I in truth made up of the basic four?

What are angels? What are books? Who’s God?

Who firmed the earth and made the heavens broad?

Who filled the oceans with water, lands with soil?

Is he all alone in powers or is there any foil?

What is luck? What is fate? Are they really true?

Is there any judgment day which I’ve to pass through?

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