Wanderers In Time - Poem by Vedanth Bhatnagar
Like seasons majestic, we come and go,
Flowing through the waters called life,
Choosing our paths, choosing our way,
Try to make a living here, where people are rife;
To make our lives fruitful,
We struggle and make an effort,
And try to help a person or two,
Try to make him happy, unhurt.
For we are the Wanderers In Time,
Learning, never to commit a crime,
And for all the good deeds done,
We may become sublime.
And, then arrives the day for us to depart,
And, as they say, one closed door opens another,
Entering into the planes mysterious, our deeds may inspire some,
And lighten the life of some other.
As we move into the planes of mystery,
Slowly, as we erode in history,
In this world, of troubles and fuss,
We still hope that you will remember us,
Still hope that you will remember us.
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