The Messenger Is The Message Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

It is the same one, the old one
Served to thousands everyday
Expected at any moment
Yet unexpected and a surprise
For one who is served

It is not a written message
The messenger is the message
Itself

Afraid are those
Who have not seen the messenger
Still while breathing
Have not made friendship with him
And not aware of his presence
Throughout the journey

He is the first friend when we start
And also the last till we end
He is the path that life treads
He is the full stop and also
The beginning of a new sentence.