After shedding the stupid reason
Of purpose
I feel light and crisp.
Feeling rehabilitated.
One cannot directly find a purpose,
I guess.
But work on the daily routine of building
And finding joy
In simple terms.
Taking a cold shower
Or evening tea
Or a walk
Sit beneath a tree.
Living sideways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem