I have a purpose its staring at me everywhere,
while walking down the street
while on the wheels...
in unknown faces..
in pain in sufferings..

I have a meaning..
its intangible..
just there I perceive..
can't put words to describe it
yet it is with me
as faith
as smile of a stranger's face
as someone's assurance..
I exist I believe and it means something ..

and though I won't exist someday..
but it would have meant something to have hanged on here for all those years...
I exist meaningfully
and with a purpose
that is served
each second unaware....