A Journey Called Life
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Bare two pairs of dress and I'm fine,
I love to travel, travel light.
Now, nature moves on day and night,
Cares little to steal someone's shine;
It knows that the joy of journey
Inversely seems to vary
With carriage one might carry—
There's notso new here—none any.
In a journey that we call life,
We love a bulging baggage
That grows fatter as we age,
But no one knows how much is rife.
And this includes both tear and gross,
A rolling stone rolls, gathers moss.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 05.01.17 |
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