Everything Has Purpose Poem by Dhiren Doley

Sometimes swift and sometimes idle
The rivers look like hopeless while they flow
Only when they fall into the sea
We realize, they have indomitable desire
Of tryst and thrive

Winds blow
Season changes
The woods grow from their youth to greying
One, two and all the leaves, before we know
Fly and fall
Until they dissolve and impregnate the ground

Pain or joy; plenty or famine
Everything has a purpose;
And a destination too
To flourish or to teach
The sea is not always turbulent
And the sky not always calm
Life moves on through turbulence and peace
Like the wild rivers and fallen leaves