Living, And Knowingly Without Purpose. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Instead of trying to find a purpose
I recognize the
Experience I get from
Daily life.
That's what a monk told me once.
But that is very hard to imagine.
At the end...
Won't there be anyone for us?
At the end of the world?
At Armageddon?
Won't we go somewhere from here?

Anyway,
At death perhaps there will be some appreciation,
I am sure some will agree
That at a disease there is a
Sense of appreciation.
That we recognize once
We are cured.
Or at an addiction
And the purpose dosen't matter.