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PURPOSE OF OUR LIFE

Oblivious to obvious way,

closing my eyes from enlightening ray,

I don't know ,where to pay


debt of my sorrows and gay.

Thoughts which makes me aware,

What is wrong and what is fair,

How to lease out,what you share,

Why to take care, just by prayer.

When I think what is our purpose,

Why there is always stimulus for every cause,

There is gap of time between every pause,

Are we not competiting to master of every lodge.

The purpose of birth is to know the death,

Some searches it by science and some by faith,

But we forget in our own trade,

Our goal, our aim everything gets fade.

Comments

kunal said…
hi
life is something i feel is a very short period we have but most of the time we waste crappy thing coz our ignorance of this gift
i again like nice poem ,totally rhythmic clearing the basic purpose why god has given us the life

also one thing after a long time i have seen the right use of word gay in sense of happiness nice
good work keep it flowing
Yayavar said…
I m really impressed with last 3 lines of the poem.Life appears either as experience or mystery unsolved.
Also there is flow in poem,i like it.
Good work,keep flowing like a wind...
Anonymous said…
hi bali
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pata hai aaj se tu bhi un khusnasibon ke list me shamil ho gaya . party kab de raha hai
Anonymous said…
a very nice and thought intriguing poem.. i just loved the rhyming... it was awesome.. :)

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