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The Purpose Of My Life

Every waking morning I sit and wonder

If i was God’s biggest blunder

What’s the purpose of my life

Is it to end up as a morose waif?

All I had was a honey drenched voice

which can make notes feel like a melodious noise ,

I wanted to be as great and humble as Lathaji

But my parents wished that i had the brains to clear IITJEE,

And henceforth went my college life on and on and on

And every single day i felt like a stupid li’l pigwidgeon .

At the end of it I asked

What’s the purpose of my life

Is it to become a rich man’s trophy wife ?

I couldn’t make it to Miss Femina which demanded skinny beauty

And never in my dizziest daydream did i think I’d end up in IT,

Never in my life I ever thought I’d say my friends “Am Busy”

Nor did i think my biggest fear will be alphabets A,B and C.

In the middle of drenching night i ask

What is the purpose of my life ?

Is it to burn my nights,shouting like a shrill fife?

Then one fine day like Hercule Poirot

I sat back and just thought,

And then it hit my head so very hard

like i acquired wisdom from Beedle the Bard.

The purpose of life is to give loads of love

To spread kindness to the world-the beings we wuv,

To show the people in every small way that they matter

And also to eat sugary little muffins hoping that we don’t get any fatter.

The purpose of my life is to spread smiles inside and out of home,

And also at time to scribble like this- a silly little poem .

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Krupa

Krupa

I am Krupa, a regular nutcase, with a crazy impulse to write lot of stories and poems. Am Indian, crazy, creative, bookworm, incurable romantic and insatiable Coffee lover.

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