Life’s aim
Why not living ------ just living ?
Why not breathing --------- just breathing ?
Why man is bothering ? ------ why to live ?
Why to breathe ?
Life is not so easy ,
Vagaries of life are numberless
Emerging as a bolt from the blue
Thrashing man under their pestle
Impelling him to fight harder -------
Ferocious fight engaging him
To oblivion ------- nothing around
For notice.
Man, a paragon of rationality;
A quintessence of awareness,
However with a suddenness,
Broods over his misery
As a yoke of rigorous struggle,
And Ikigai is on measure
To add for sublime pleasure
Life is not so easy
If aim is not caparisoned.
Life is not so easy
If tis not well-destined.
Man is primed to welcome death
Whether minus reason.
But man is out agonized,
If aimless with hissing breaths.
Aim hit, life fit -----------
Man’s all acts ------ to search
the aim
Or, Man’s all acts are the aim.
Two goalposts, ball one.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Philosophical inquiry into meaning, purpose, mortality; existential abstraction dominates.
SparseMeasureDense
Dense accumulation of existential questions, concepts, paradoxes; rapid idea progression.
DarkSentimentBright
Predominantly dark: struggle, misery, death, anguish; some redemptive notes via purpose.
StillEnergyExplosive
Intense questioning, forceful verbs (thrashing, ferocious), dynamic syntax; restless urgency.
MicroLengthEpic
Approximately 32 lines; falls within 31-60 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Rich metaphors (bolt, pestle, yoke, goalposts), personification, allusion (Ikigai); ornamented.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Primarily lyric introspection with philosophical generalizations about 'Man'; some dramatic address.
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