Purpose Poem by Muthu Krishnan

That's the only reason we wake up,
Though the will to power fails on some,

Man certainly gives occasion to them 
When he sees the exercise of it,

And Resents on the way he is treated 
At that dimension with respect to 
The time, place, but fails to 
Think,  of the history and 
How they laboured on the Ridges of 
Bulgaria, to reach there;

They try to criticise, act 
Like the dictator of the respective 
Dimension,
And try to belong;

Beginning 
With squelch heard from the cows 
Strolling across the marshlands and 
The muddy waters  ,
The cold air which wakes you 
At dawn,

The rays of the sun trying to penetrate 
Your windscreen,
The  gentle touch of the voice of the birds 
Trying to wake u,

Thoughts Of The day, reminds 
The brain,
About their turn for their execution,

Hardly we go out without setting 
Our hair right,
Image of the women we love flashes
In the brain,
We check ourselves how we look 
Before her,
Or among them,

If the clock hurries we hurry 
Forgetting we still have a life,
With every breath receding us,
With every hair that we move,
We exchange things,
And those things are purposes;

With every work we do,
With every fawns thrown at us 
With every abuses aimed at us 
By our so called ' bosses'
Not the leader, we seem to submissive,
We go even,
And those things are done on a purpose;