Purpose

On a full moon day, as I muse
with an idle brain, put to use
a downpour of thoughts go on shower
the garden of my mind, all over.

A thousand yells, against one man
went in vain, nay, saw him win.
Be it a strong will or a restless travail
people said, it was his own toil.

I differ, and I don't waver
to reckon a thing which is clear
It's not the will and not the toil
that drove him above the tier.
It was a challenge, to his core,
to his ego and to the true self
that placed him at the helm.

To believe in his own words,
to practice what he says,
to stand by his deeds,
to judge by his conscience
to strive for his ambitions
to achieve that he desires
is to serve the purpose
of his life and existence.

But that's not everything,
not the whole meaning,
if he remains, but a slave
to his lust and longing.
Man's goal and mission
is to realize a vision
higher than himself
and his fellow men
fulfilled, it is, then
the wholeness of his being !