The questions that you have are many
The answers far too less
This Life is meaningful or not,
i don't know, i confess
i wonder sometimes though,
if its that worthwhile
thinking about something,
that may either last a whole
or end in a little while
Blessed are we or not, its often hard to know
Take this life as a blessing and let everything else go
Searching through days,thinking through nights ,
trials through barricades,with a vision black and white
Feeling too unsecure,more darkness than lights
Fighting through all odds, surviving your struggle
going through all the grinds, doing things juggled,
Life proves to a journey, sometimes hit , sometimes miss
Whenever you follow your heart, there is always a certain risk .
Hidden may be the meanings,of the actions that we take,
for nothing in this life , has been just for the namesake .
You may wait for your purpose, you may hang around ,
but your actions may fulfill them, without even making a sound .
You may wander about this purpose, as things are still unknown
that hazy vision out of reach, with nothing clearly shown
The purpose may not be one, they may be many ,
Greatness can be achieved, but not in a hurry
Let give actions to your thoughts, leave destiny decide the truth
Let Time bide itself,and you will see your roots.
Give water to this root, plant to it a tree
and then from all shackles, will you be breaking free...
Thinking about it too much, will put mind out of control
To me ,the world is an illusion, of this eye-ly hole
Life is not just a science, its a mystery of a creation
There may be no answers, for the all and only questions.
Your poem relates to many, maybe an every of all
but who is it that can answer this very order tall !!
Answering of these questions may be your only goal ,
(BUT)Where you may find solitude, is thy very soul
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