I'm a traveler
In this world
Which's full
Of destinations.
One place to other
I move on, not
Knowing what my
Final destination'll be.
They ask me at times
What my permanent address'
I don't have one
My stay's only temporary.
I live my time
Then I depart
Creating space
For others to arrive.
the truth about life and death is painted in a spiritual and philosophical way love this wonderful
The notion of the final destination is nothing but man's extention of imagination. Our journey that begins with an accidental birth has to be terminated because we have an expiry date, but this poem too leaves one pondering a little painfully.
Great thought! This is how it is..... We are just travellers moving from place to place until we reach the final destination! Very gracefully put!
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I would like to translate this poem
I am a traveller and I have a destination but I don't know if I can reach my destination. However, I must walk on...