A Simple Journey

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There was absolutely no movement in his body He was resting on ground motionless like anybody It looked as if one simple object was lying? All thought he was dead or was dieing These are the saddest moments in the life It is easy to walk on the edge of knife But difficult to survive in the real show All difficulties surround and blow The dead person might have not thought an early end He may not have foes but so many friends It may be his miscalculation that end in any case may not near He may be living in confidence without any fear Stories gathered round that he was lavish and lovely He believed in life to be spent very smoothly It was his life style that made him very frank He lived merrily, toasted others and drank We miss the bus at an appointed hour The cloak may end clicking and it is over No one may take notice and prepare for departure His life waited him in the ground for the rest of future He may be buried with full honor He mat well be praised as good donor What had he earned in his entire stay? Honorable life with ordinary stay We only carry the blessings and good will Memory will not fade away and remain still Ashes may be washed away by sweeping wind There won’t be left any remains to find Leave the foot prints on the sand for time being The destiny is same for ordinary man or king People may remember what and how you lived? It may be your work that may be appreciated and believed Let dead remain buried under the ground Little air blow may create lovely sound Only peace may there and nothing else to be found What impression do you gather when you go round? Long lull may prevail when you depart? It may be beginning of a new start Who knows what will be the next move? One has to act fast and ultimately prove Only good work may be remembered for a long Nobody may accompany you or come along You may be all the way certainly right or wrong Still it may be wrong to create all praises in the songs It is relentless struggle and may go on It has to be covered and spent of our own You may either create for self a big name Or condemned as a curse or shame

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