The Purpose Poem by chandra Mohan Bhandari

Born again in stellar wombs
Each atom has a history of its own
With its bonding in molecules
Configured and arranged in honeycomb
Brings forth a miracle,
The human brain.
The thinking unit thinks
About its capacity to think
A phenomenon in time and space
A singularity – present in multitude
Innumerable replica to view the game.
All of a sudden the universe, it seems
Is now conscious of itself
In an endless unpredictable game.
It‘s trying to fathom the depth
Seeking resolution to the queries
And the ultimate query:
If the great display’s got any purpose
And the entire show’s got any aim.