Thus, The Purpose

Before a purpose blooms, the season’s turn dreary

All this while, the pulses were racing

Like the belly of a disturbing waterfall… dreams pulverized

Without the agility of the fish, they sink deeper

Pallor reflections off the waters… the rainbow arch is a dream

A rare occurrence when the lone traveller is  reminiscing

Gauging the enormity of life, the volume of existence

Purpose can bloom in ethereal conditions… stay forever

In tranquillity and soul’s dedicated presence

Other than this, everything looks fragile- exposed to destruction

Paradise, the purpose, the people, and perennial life



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