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Purpose

Updated: Jan 17, 2025

By Stuti Kapoor


I was born one fine day,

my job began let's say.

Life got divided in four jobs,

the other day.

Neither conscious nor knew how to pray

but yes, my years were set without any stay.


Opened the eyes, job one said its my turn

student life it is, have fun.

Fingers inked and books decked up,

for years to travel till done.


Sighed in relief, the other appeared,

job two I am, be prepared.

Work hard, bucks won't hold,

it's time to construct your household.

I will shelter you being bold

for the next jobs you hold.


Walking each day, years ended

job three here in,

retired i stranded.

Emotions rolled upon,

reminiscing from where I started.

Worry less and think more,

it is the best time to be explored.



The purpose has not ended yet,

job four is all set.

Renounced life it is

involving moments to fret.

With eyes all wet,

will I be anymore a pet?

Last stage of life

and no more purpose left.

Freedom from everything

and soul to rest.

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IT DOESN'T MATTER, HOW BIG OR SMALL WE MAKE AT THE END OF THE DAY, LIFE FOR SURE IS THE MAJOR JOB WE ARE BORN WITH. SO, DON'T LIMIT YOURSELF AT ONE PHASE OF LIFE. THE OTHER MIGHT BE MORE THRILLING AND HAVING MANY MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO ENLIGHTEN YOUR SPIRIT.

ACROSS ALL WEATHERS AND TIMES, WE ALL ARE DRIVING EACH OTHER HOME.

ALL FOUR JOBS ARE SIMILAR TO EVERYONE BUT HOW ARE THEY MOULDED BE THE LIFE'S TURNING POINT.

SO, FOCUS ON YOUR DAY (NOW). WHAT HAS GONE AND WHAT WILL BE COMING WILL NEVER BE BEARING FRUITS.



NO DOUBT, PAST PLAYS MAJOR ROLE IN HOW WE ARE TODAY, BUT TODAY HOLDS EVERYTHING IN HOW WE WILL BE TOMORROW.

Adapt to this normal and believe in LIFE IN A DAY and LIVE FOR TODAY.




YESTERDAY | TODAY | TOMORROW

GONE | EVERYTHING | UNPREDICTABLE


By Stuti Kapoor




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