The Road Of Life Stretches Endlessly Poem by Mohammad Younus

The road of life stretches endlessly,
carrying with it the imprints
of forgotten travelers—our ancestors—
their whispers woven into the wind,
their footsteps etched faintly into the earth.

They once heard the song of life,
a melody rising and falling
as they moved through its rhythms.
Even now, that song lingers,
an echo that refuses to fade,
a harmony that hums beneath the silence.

Their whispers, in the quiet moments
were never meant for a second traveler—
Do not say their voices are long erased,
swept away by sandstorms,
or buried beneath layers of time.
Intimate truths remain,
for those with eyes to see.

They move with us still,
woven into every breath,
spirits flowing through the now,
calling us to unearth treasures
buried in the heart of time.

They remind us:
'We are with you—
boundless, eternal,
guiding you toward the truths
you were born to seek.'

And so their song becomes ours,
a shared melody across existence.
Our steps merge with theirs,
joining the timeless dance of becoming—
an infinite journey of being.

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