I was all alone
Driven by the thoughts of an isolated mind
Pondering upon the very talked about fact;
Why am I here on earth?
Searching, I saw generations come and then generations go
All still remain the same
What exactly is this life on earth?
Is it when a child is born, where joy fills every where?
Is it as he grows, his family puts hope on him
Is it when he dies, where he brings sadness back to them?
And then sooner or later, his name would have been forgotten
I just couldn’t comprehend that reality
Of what actually is the purpose of existence?
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