Shakuntala Sharma - Life's Purpose

I am past sixty, yet my life
has not been
Convincingly accounted for

I refuse to believe
My birth has occurred simply
Without a plan or devoid of purpose

When I was four I knew what I wanted in life
To reach the sky and touch the stars

My restless brain forever made plans
To place ladders one above the other
And climb until I reached

I tied in my feverish mind
Father's walking sticks one to another
To poke the sky

When I was fourteen I dreamt
Of becoming great
Absolutely no idea how

Read books like mad
Looking for a role-model

At seventeen Somerset Maughm happened
Razor's Edge was a revelation
Larry perfectly fitted the bill

Decided to become a Larry
Or else one marry
Neither happened

Umpteen books later produced a son
Who is now shaping himself to be a Larry

I have discovered
At last
The purpose of my life

Shakuntala Sharma

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