Aim of life is to move,
May have hurdles,
May have thorns,
Yet move on, have to move;
Step by step,
Pass each stage in life;
Have some friends,
Have some enemies,
Lessons are taught by Both,
For next step ahead of life;
You have joy,
You have sorrow,
Emotions driven by both;
The diverse ambiance,
Prepares adapting state;
They all are tools,
To move on in life;
Past is to forget,
Recall only when,
Is in use for present;
Present is past,
When reach in future,
And future is vacuum;
Leave as is back to land,
Exit from flesh,
Carry nothing along;
Only carry energy of + -,
of what did during life time;
At the end aim of life,
move, move and move on,
travels even to unknown world;
© Sadashivan Nair
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