The Destination Poem by Muzahidul Reza

The Senior went out saying, "Junior, see my mine"
And did not return,
Day after day, many days passed,
One day the Junior became the Senior
And in the same way told the next Junior,
"See my mine, Junior
Remember, no Senior dose return
Each one is goer one after another
No return is here, never and never
It is a continuous process
Up to the last human race
You do like or dislike matters not a less;

No one is representative here
Each one is mainly waiting to go there,
Meanwhile only chaos origins
To fill some ill spirits full with sins;

Here, it is merely a station
There, that is really the destination."
That was all
The Senior then went away to fall.