Classy chose few embellished dreams They signify the status and reach impractical and hard to decipher The nomenclature of the modern day objective. What fuss the jargons create thus piling with verbiage leaving aside rectitude and veracity with dancing doldrums of the coloured goals announces the widely acclaimed aspiration. Preferred if, another idyllic venture Lies which beyond the commoner’s comprehension assumes the widespread then there doesn’t exist any such profession. In servitude of mankind thus to render free expression in form of few precious words which reveal the candor of self to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity… is my chosen noble profession.
soumyav 
Your vocabulary mastery is admirable, Soumya. I feel like I have to consult with my Collins Cobuild dictionary every time I read your poem. Blessings and love to you, xoxo
😀 :-D, nothing as such Subhan. You are being too kind ! Thanks for reading and enjoying
Blessings and love to you, xoxo
very true
Thanks Sharmishtha
Truly uplifted the perishing humanity through these precious words. Perfection has a name, Soumya Mohanty Vilekar:)
You make me conscious Vishal. You spoke very generously. Iam just trying to be an inch which can make a difference in the glitch.
No!!!!! I don’t do that and don’t accuse me..hehe..I love it:)
Beautiful! I do believe “to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity…
is my chosen noble profession” ought to be the purpose of our life.
Thank you for sharing and cheers 🙂
My honour Dilip Sir ! Iam glad you liked the thought of sketching the purpose of life.