The Last Station

Life’s journey seems to be never-ending
Each day we run fast to do the pending

We wake up with new expectation

Mourn if don’t fetch the destination

The journey resembles as if travelling by a train;
People come and go in each station.

Just like one was with the grandparent
Departure has occurred in the present.

Never the past station comes
Nostalgic memory over-shadows

We come across new relations and friends,
As if new passengers in each junctions

The ultimate station is death
 Alone we go as alone we were at birth

Or death is a gateway to the here-after
When body perishes, soul remains for-ever.

Man with ego will end in dust
Man with love remains in the soul.