Marching towards an unknown destination
I don't know, what is the end?
And when my journey will stop
I have lost my origin from where
I started campaigning, can not be
back to my original status.
My all footprints have been erased
by the wave of time like a traveller
of desert whose footprints are washed out
by the hotwind; but following mirage
I know chasing the mirage of life
I have to be tired and make me asleep
my body will be burried alive
by the sand of desert, but my soul
will not stop, it shall leave my body
will be marching to an eternal destination.
ramesh rai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-destination-3/
