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Purpose of Life

Exhausted,  exasperated, trodden, burdened and beaten,
Like the dumb driven cattle,
Every living being is an isolated island.
Fuming , fretting , fussing and fighting 
Within and without for reasons unknown and forever impossible to be explored.
Caught between the silky webs of right and wrong,
moral and immoral, 
the more one tries to escape these vicious webs,
The more one gets entangled and trapped.
Choices are infinite,
options at times are countless.
The whole world is as if ebbing around
Good, better and the best,
Fine, finner and the finest.
Amid this never ceasing race Innocent hearts tend to lose all innocence, 
When there seems no purpose and life makes no sense. 
Pinnacle of pelf is when already scaled,
loved ones are in every possible way for future secured and superbly cared,
In the lap of luxury the little ones are cradled.
Velvet road one has already traversed.
Yet, something is amiss,
When pomp and show of the world no more allures,
Delicacies of the world no more stirs the taste buds.
Beauty of the world fails to stimulate and revive.
Meditation fails to be the needed sedative,
Spiritualism fails to be an alternative.
Someone at that hour needs to throw light,
on the ultimate purpose of this accursed life.
But Alas! All life coaches fail
When one gets to peep into their own purposeless lives,
And the grand truth dawns that those all mentors and guides are just penny wise wise.
They are themselves no better than the dumb driven cattle, 
Which has no choice but follow the hand that holds the sturdy stick.
Only reprieve though for a short while in those pensive hours,
when one breathlessly tries to reach for obscure and dubious purpose of life,
Of course are  true and selfless friends, 
Who are no less than elixir but for sure themselves are as lost, 
 and perhaps are themselves surfing for the purpose aforesaid.
After reading this verse if anyone feels that he or she has understood the point,
And can help in cracking the riddle of life,
Then be the poet's guest and accept the invite,
To help wandering beings find out the true purpose of life.


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