To some travelling is a part of education,
to some travelling is mind and health uplifting,
to some travelling is money wastage...
To me it's life-
life means travelling:
I am travelling with time.
When travelling will end,
life will come to an end automatically.
So, I travel to live, live to travel-
travel from one corner to the multi-dimensional world.
When you are tired, can't travel anymore,
sit on a coffin and count the days.
I am now the powerful wave on the life of sea
and is driven by strong wind of determination.
I will never think about tiredness
till the sun of my very existence starts setting.
When I will sit on a coffin,
my mind will travel.
When I will start counting the days,
my heart sound will travel.
When I will sleep forever,
my ideas will travel...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem