Journey

Started the soujourn endless,chuckled now and then,

Lamented on some loss,furious on humiliation

Depressed in conflicts,romantic withthe sweetheart,

How many masks do men have,so bright and luring

From cradle to the grave the story extends

Some gains and some loses,yet the world spins

From the childhood innocence,fly fast with wings

To the reckless youth,full of fanatic ideas

Run fast like a triumphant horse,with head high

Atlast tired and rests in his staple

Will a loving soul be there to give food

And warmth of love,till he reaches the last point

The graveyard,where everyone shower love

And affection,on the departed soul.