Therefore, I am

Fumbling through those leaves

Of the book I devoured,

I endeavored to search

my very lost soul-

the purpose of my being

the reason for living.

As my fragile hands

made those pages shine,

the crazy words came alight:

"I am the rhapsody of my song

I am the bells of my charm,

I am the dewdrops

on my wet pages of conundrum,

I am my own sunshine

in bright daylight,

I am the romance of

that drizzling rain in flight,

I am the fire of my rage

that only placate

with my inner sage.

I am the creator, annihilator too,

I am the sole traveler

in my journey through."

Neither for pride nor of conceit

do I evoke these phrases,

I have perceived them

in many wavering stages.

I am but a minuscule

in this entire orbit.

BUT

To Him lies my source

to Him shall I merge,

His every creation is a marvel

our eyes falter to decipher.

A purpose we are born with

that purpose must I unearth,

A purpose to live with

A purpose to celebrate for...

By Nandini Sengupta

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