Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
The purpose of life.
I finally stumbled upon it,
Like my unrequited love she was stubbornly eluding me,
Despite being neck deep and drowned in the scent of my aftershave,
Finally I got hold of her mysterious ways.
It's not about today and tomorrow,
Tomorrow is a myth, like the ever needed died for kiss,
It is about between today and yesterday,
What did I do, to justify the bread I ate, and claim I was a human and not an ape.
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