Point of life

What is the point of this life?

One may ask and ask quite rightfully -

The point of being born,

as an assembly of countless cells,

as a part of a never-ending

chain of cause and effect,

of a cosmic spark

thirteen billion years ago,

on a giant ball

revolving around a star,

merely being a dot

on the cosmic map of existence. |1|

What should we do

with this absence?

The nullity of any meaning,

the life brings with it, 

but only an ever-lasting void. |2| 

For Zero is an interesting number,

for where there is zero,

there is a possibility of everything.

This leaves us the mortals,

trapped in this rushing stream of time 

for a few moments,

with a freedom

unlimited. |3|

A silhouette of young Napoleon

appears on a nearby wall,

immersed in a piece of paper,

an omnibus of

highlands of Europe.

Now, the horse of Napoleon

is strutting across the Alps,

with all his vigor, the force of life.

Then it limps and falls,

and so the glowing lamp,

inside his study. |4|

~ Ashutosh