Beware of Purpose
never i asked nor bet
still existence's conscience i get
the means my head
there's only death , don't know or dread
through data , facts and reason alone
thought i 'll find the seed to be grown
family,beauty,country for them , they told
found men who fought to bought them but from time to time sold
nothing , anything , for everything and more
give me youth,mind and forever , i roar
years of hide and seek with universe in my grasp
the room, last and dark ,i lighted, not a soul to ask
bound by journey from one to none
beware of purpose as never a real one
after deform , sickness , age to dead
i sat to shut the sense's door and stabbed the reason red
time ,it's chained reason change around
none of both is real but illusions it sound
ignorance,greed,desire,fear and pride came
playing nature's simple but imaginary game
they lost , i was about to rise
final blow of ego as 'I', called me wise
"when trees , rivers , mountains , stars and wide;have to subside
oh ego mine, you are not and hence circle of life has no side"
Copyright © Vaibhav Gupta | Year Posted 2014
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