Not a poem writer of any sorts but wrote this randomly after attending my grandma's funeral recently..
The UNKNOWN
In life , the things we say the things we do all have a reason,
But the urge to know its purpose remains unknown,
Just like the purpose of shadow to our body,
We remain calm and assertive only to get excited for those smaller moments,
Those we cherish all our lives only to live the unknown,
Happiness is something we aim for but we get sad in the process of getting it,
Only to enjoy it more in the process of knowing the unknown,
We do good deeds , we do bad deeds either selfless or selfish,
But we do it only to try joining the path of the unknown,
To sum it all up , be happy and spread happiness,
Because we are all here together to travel the path of unknown...