Unfinished..

In the darkness of the night, while my wife and child sleep
I sit here brooding, thinking, instrospecting
Call it whatever your mind suits
In temples I'd been, and received great bliss
Generations of souls had venerated greats powers in these
But answers lie empty, my role unfulfilled
If a purpose, a path is shown, I would readily tread

Of what use an existence where there is no purpose
what is left behind, to remember me by
Fame and recognition is what I aspire
Footprints left in progress of time and life...