Life is a journey,
A long and twisted one, in which,
We find ourselves- we lost ourselves,
And find ourselves again after getting lost;
A journey, which never ends,
As at every end, there is ever a new beginning;
So it goes on, even beyond death,
As at times even death is not significant,
If that is not true then,
Why we know so many of the past,
Such great souls, who will ever live,
And help us out in our journey too,
So one should look at the great of the past,
And live to extend our journey beyond our times!
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An insightful philosophical reflection written with clarity of thought and mind. A work of a sober mind. Thanks for sharing, Salman.