A Journey Called Life Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
A Journey Called Life
Bare two pairs of dress and I'm fine,
I love to travel, travel light.
Now, nature moves on day and night,
Cares little to steal someone's shine;
It knows that the joy of journey
Inversely seems to vary
With carriage one might carry—
There's notso new here—none any.
In a journey that we call life,
We love a bulging baggage
That grows fatter as we age,
But no one knows how much is rife.
And this includes both tear and gross,
A rolling stone rolls, gathers moss.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 05.01.17 |
In a journey that we call life, We love a bulging baggage That grows fatter as we age, But no one knows how much is rife. And this includes both tear and gross, A rolling stone yea, gathers moss.- - - - - - -A meaningful poem on journey of life.
Journey a life of learning new something no more moss and mossy pavement for the brain train life gropes ......//// finest fourteener
Yes, the journey of life ends not with life, and the learning goes on, but lighter you travel farther you go, thank you.
A sensational poem, Aniruddha.................10++++++++++
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4/25/2024 3:13:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
And this includes both tear and gross, A rolling stone rolls, gathers moss. A very fine philosophy. we are all thinking like this now at our age.. life is a journey which is coming slowly to an end. thanku. tony _______________________________
Thank you Dr Antony but a journey called life never ends too soon. It ends when the destination is reached, which seems far off for most of the mortal souls.