I sit, I lounge, I eat, I sleep
I remain locked down in my own house
Yet everything’s not quite the same
Cause times are changing
Cause the winds of change
Do not stop anywhere
Bounded by any circumference
Restricted by any artificial perimeter
Millions have been affected, many more to go
The violence of the times striking surreptitiously, silently
At the citadel of human existence
So haughtily constructed for everlasting permanence
The candle of human life wavers, stutters
Facing the fury of Mother Nature
Causing all pride, arrogance, conceit
Pale into helplessness and insignificance
Almost back to square one
Just like our ancestors in the prehistoric past
Trying to pick up the pieces after a calamity
Trying to find a new meaning to existence
Cause times are changing again
As they have changed many times in the past
Only the eternal question remains unchanged
The purpose of life on this earth
Subir Chakraborty
26th July 2020
poetryforthesoul2018.com 
Beautiful
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We ponder, because we can, the purpose of human life. A phenomenon like this makes us ponder the purpose of ALL life. Is it in fact, as it appears to be, simply to survive at the cost of your host? The virus lives off man, man lives off the Earth. Every species is a predator talking another. Can there possibly be another purpose beyond survival? Indeed, what is the purpose of survival, if collectively we are hurtling toward an unknown end state? You begin with the mundane and end with the profound, weaving your thoughts with great skill as always.
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Sorry about a typo. *”talking” -> “stalking”
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Purpose of life re mains unchanged — beautifully written 👌
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