What is my calling?

a poem by Remigius de Souza

All day along sun-beams shine
through the clouds of and on
on the waves of fragrance
of the paddy fields in communion.

All day along the sun-beam shines
on the decadent and fragmented society.
When is one, of and on,
now an identity- now a depiction?

Am I simply running running?
Living soil envelopes eternal seed.
Remi wonders, what is my calling,
Caring them, both, inside outside?