The Passenger Of Life Poem by Sumit Kumar Mehta

In this unique journey of life,
what did they bring, what to carry with them?
The empty hand was its hand, when it came in this world,
when it will go away empty the world.

The one who does not have the habit of listening to anybody,
what is his sadness in front of him,
it is to become annoyed by himself
and then to celebrate himself.

Millions of people will meet your heart in this world,
what is it about to find out for them?
Sharing some happiness in the tragic world,
there is some happiness to borrow.

In this journey of life, I am a man;
I just have to go, I just have to move.