I walk with life
But the destination
Is my death.
There's death in life
Or the trial of life
To show its faith.
I walk, I talk
With my life,
I beguile my time,
I eat, I drink
I sleep, awake,
To hear the chime.
With every step
Of my life,
I deduct my days.
I move but I'm still.
'Cause I wait for death
To pay homage.
Your body does dear one YOU do none of those things Separate!
we walk in life every day hoping for a better tomorrow always moving toward the end nice write
A most realistic poem. Every one has to walk with life and death is home page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The initial stop of life's train is death Like Dehradoon or Silliguri but from their another train carries us to Mussoorie or Darjeeling, to a beautiful hill station where there is beauty and nothing else.