The Journey Poem by Bobby yadav

The drop of blood, Red and scary, Rolls down through my body as I stare.
A whole lot of identity leaves behind his trace
The trace in the form of stain on my body as it makes his way
I find it getting thinner and thinner.
After a while, it's all gone, No more blood but the stain is all I see.
This reminds me of the life and its pattern, our journey towards the unknown destination
Carrying an identity and travelling throughout leaving the stain behind, for some to follow and for some to be warned.
But as the life proceeds, This life will consume it slowly, slowly… just like the blood drop which vanishes bit by bit until the day we take our last breath and disappear.