Rac - Poem by Tribhawan Kaul
From present to unknown
Must be worth its salt
Final destination alias last halt.
Karma forces one to wait
Screams the fate
Life span always been a guessing game
Death never seems to be a good looking dame.
Cry or wow
Journey till end gets more fascinating
Waiting to be berthed, for no more waiting.
Enjoying ultimate destination
Depends on one's karma & attitude
Show HIM or not
Copyright / Children of Lost God/ Tribhawan Kaul
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Death is inevitable. No one can escape it. It is a matter of waiting. We all are like RAC ticket holders. As soon as a vacancy occurs above(theory of re-birth of a soul) , we get a call to fill up that slot. Till then we have to live life with all its glorious uncertainties according our own KARMAs (actions)
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