The journey of life
Sometimes small, at times largeUnfortunately, is spent on a strife
Rather than calmly, we let it barge
The surprises we receive
We don't know on whose behest
At times we feel delighted, at times we peeve
Why we are away from the truth, that we are blessed
Nobody knows what lies ahead
At times to happiness, at times to bereave
We have no option except to tread
Let this story to gently weave
We strive for happiness
We strive for pride
Scouring into the darkness
Who has found anything inside?
If we think it right
One is quite suffice
To give us the sense of delight
In structuring this great edifice
Remember that the soul never dies
The body leads to the cessation
Soul will still search for another one
The journey will begin again, after Reincarnation.
Ending of this poem couldn't have been better. You nailed it in the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks Saru. I just wrote the lines coming with the flow. and a u r right the crux is in the last two lines.
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