Life
This poem is about the struggles in life till one finds one’s end.
Life moves on
on the tides of time
the sailors who try to hide
one might believe
may be wrong or right
Different times and the wind hides
The treasures we seek to stand in lines
The queues of men who hurdled to reach a mile
Yet forgotten just to become an erased sound of the still chime
Gazing in the streets to find for what their minds urge
Trickling down is the sweat of the laborer who works
Both finding hope with each step they take
And each step longer than the hunger they taste
Of man comes a simple answer
Work with your heart
And be gone like the autumn flower
However, let the memories make you complete
For he shall not die till death takes him whole with the fruiting tree
on the tides of time
the sailors who try to hide
one might believe
may be wrong or right
Different times and the wind hides
The treasures we seek to stand in lines
The queues of men who hurdled to reach a mile
Yet forgotten just to become an erased sound of the still chime
Gazing in the streets to find for what their minds urge
Trickling down is the sweat of the laborer who works
Both finding hope with each step they take
And each step longer than the hunger they taste
Of man comes a simple answer
Work with your heart
And be gone like the autumn flower
However, let the memories make you complete
For he shall not die till death takes him whole with the fruiting tree
By Paarth Kadian
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