Purpose Of Life Poem by Binod Bastola

With the purpose of love
In the deserted life
Everyday i bask the butcher beauty of thee!
'O' i don't even cry of my pain!
Rather i blossoms and scent the love for ye!
I was there for the purpose
In this life- -
I shall remain there till thou let me live!
'O' i shall not pray for the better me!
Better make myself better where i am.
Clouds of many seasons will come and go
I shall stand loud with my head crown!
'O' i shall not let fall my head on the ground!
©Binod bastola