Closer To The Grave Everyday Poem by R. Kenaniah Santhosh Raj

We're moving towards this unforeseeable place -
Towards the same goal, but in different directions.
We look at our journey in different ways
With the same eyes, but with different dimensions.

The hour or the moment we don't know,
It's as unpredictable as they say.
Days go by reaping what we sow
As we move closer to the grave everyday.

The journey is too short for melancholy strain,
All the hatred and anger we don't carry to that day.
Love and respect is all we have to gain
As we move closer to the grave everyday

Years of enmity when time is fleeting -
How much more do we have to waste?
But only until this heart stops beating,
There is a lot of love left to taste.

When joy preponderates over sorrow,
And faith over fear;
We have hope for a better tomorrow,
And a brighter path will appear.

There's always a reason why we're born -
Is what we were taught to say,
And with that purpose our life is adorned,
As we move closer to the grave everyday.
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