Purpose

A day has come when all things seem to fail:
Like Fame and Desire, even Love falters.
I hear the soft footsteps of approaching doubt:
I need a purpose, and a steadfast faith.

This empty morning my heart craves for blue
In the gray clad, broken roof of the sky.
I have walked in the shadows for so long,
I need the sun to shine on my traveled road.

Perhaps with age I will learn to let go,
Of the small things that embitter my heart:
The illusion of control, this cold reason,
The wild impulse of choosing my own way.

Perhaps when sorrow has engulfed my heart
And I am blinded by my rational thoughts
I will flow like water through His calm hands,
To travel purposeless, and I will arrive.

Diptesh Ghosh