Walk...walk on with time,
You can't turn back the clock.
Even from the start of startless
Journey, we walked as the earth,
Moon, sun and other celestial bodies
Tears not running down our cheeks
Because we knew we were going
Tirelessly on a circular journey
And the wild seas, deserts, and mountains
Couldn't hold us from walking on our course
That's why we grew up as divine ordained travellers
But now here we are, embracing the moment
I feel as if this is the perfect time
To know that even death will fail to stop us
from life's course.
Let us right now embrace the moment of life,
Without despair, with open eyes and ears.
And what is a traveller, deaf, blind, mute?
Let us as perfect beings look inside ourselves,
We are not a cut off branch, rather the whole tree.
MyKoul
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