Purpose !

The Gulmohar grows high,
   as each rain swerves by ..
The blossom remains crimson coy,
   as newer waves rock my buoy ..

Though puzzled by my steady anchor,
   Life has surely mellowed my banter
Experience bequeathed its Crystal ball,
   unveiling secrets in its pearl grandeur

Liberating wisdom dawned in surplus,
  personifying my soul as calm and non -callous
Up-pent ardor swirls supressed n nervous,
 as I strive to stumble upon ....
               My life's purpose !