Thursday, 17 October 2013

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.




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