One fine day with entire soul and body,
Left home murmuring a lost melody,
Roads are not showing any gestures,
Destination unknown and no fixtures
With plenty of sunshine in his heart
With little bit of sadness besides him
Trees are his pals and birds chirping
Path With broken stones like bones
Some Woods are creating sound
Is he the one or is it his shadow ?
Where is his pen and the palette?
Seems there is no air in his wallet
Laughing at this ,he walked straight
Carefree mind and with song of divine
Some rays of fading sun propagates
And questioned all his passed days
Keeping the dignity , he was acted politely,
He stood firm and answered queries rightly
" I will surely find the purpose of life one day,
regardless of as many obstacles on the way "
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