Having an inquisitive nature
Running behind, finding unsolvable answers.
“What is the meaning of existence?” once my own mind asked.
I tried, but my imagination had reached an impasse.
It’s a universal mystery
No one found answer, satisfactory.
Even the greatest knows not the real reason.
No one in the world got that vision.
Whether our creation intentional
Or the creation was accidental.
Was there any purpose of our creation
Or just occurred without any reason.
Does first seeds of life, emerged on earth.
Or from heavenly bodies, first life took birth.
Will this question be ever answered?
Or will be buried, remain unanswered?
As, the fascination of this question is just abiding,
So, in its thought, i am always residing.
Maybe answered one day, by someone’s insight and endeavour.
Or maybe, will stay a mystery forever.
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