Life without a purpose


Life without a purpose; is like a luxury liner
maneuvering wildly through the
ocean without a rudder,
Life without a purpose; is like a creeper growing up
tall without a brick wall
for support,
Life without a purpose; is like a aircraft flying high
in the sky without a
skilled captain,
Life without a purpose; is like an unruly classroom
without a learned
teacher,
Life without a purpose; is like a drunkard man
traversing through the streets
hurling a volley of expletives,
Life without a purpose; is like a river flowing
berserk without side
embankments,
Life without a purpose; is like a intricate necklace
of beads without a finely
chiseled supporting wire,
Life without a purpose; is like a submissive
population reeling under the
tyranny of dictatorship,
Life without a purpose; is like a crackling fire
blazing without enclosures to
prevent it spreading,
Life without a purpose; is like a flamboyant car
without a steering wheel,
Life without a purpose; is like a stealthy spider
swirling around wildly in
its web,
Life without a purpose; is like a stray dog growling
for food; mercilessly
snatching the same from others of its kind,
Life without a purpose; is like mesmerizing rose
growing on bountiful meadows;
bereft of fragrance,
Life without a purpose; is like lovers courting each
other without tying
sacrosanct threads of matrimony,
Life without a purpose; is like a lion gulping his
food without scrupulously
chewing,
Life without a purpose; is like the moon in the sky
without scintillating
shine,
Life without a purpose; is like road of raw concrete
without obstreperous
traffic,
Life without a purpose; is like the most voluptuous of
face without a
frivolous smile,
Life without a purpose; is like an intricately
chiseled brain without an ocean
of thoughts,
Life without a purpose; is like eating sumptuous food;
without relishing the
same,
Life without a purpose; is like an inherited rich man;
without having the
cognizance to spend his affluence,
Life without a purpose; is like breath inhaled in the
body; without being
sensitively felt,
Life without a purpose; is like palpable heart
impregnated in the chest;
without having the capacity to throb,
O! yes life without a purpose; is like living life
listlessly; although being
actually dead.


This poem was written/submitted by nikhil parekh.

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