Not milestones, but….
The climber won't rest at the summit
He plants his flag-post though
The conqueror, the end of the planet
He raises his sceptre though
The explorer, the new found land
He names the island though
The dead, the silent sand
He sleeps peaceful though
No summit whatever heights
No conquest however vast
No shore however distant
No death however permanent
Is life set for only a destination?
Is life just perspiration?
Is life not a never ending journey?
Even death, a comma in our destiny?
There is no end of the road
Though million miles crossed
Does it look like the final end?
Don't we spot the next little bend?
Have we arrived somewhere?
Don't we spot the next little star?
The one who seeks to see the end
Truly has his life lied
The one who is set on the passing scenes
His life is rich with good bargains
If life is lived every moment happy
Does it matter, milestones any?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem