Apr 2, 2012

Purpose of Life

While many are active in packing for the journey,
Collecting heap of things in small suitcase.

And others are busy in collecting the memories,
While changing million short destinies.

May superpower kings died alone in between the antiques,
They collected over hundreds of years,
From generation to generation,
The head of dear and horns of animals,
The rust of forefather as fresh as tart.

I am a human, who is travelling, packing,
Collecting and moving.
To attain a single ‘Purpose’ I am born for.


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