All travel the path of life
To reach the destinations named “death”
Meeting travelers on the way
Forgetting many and remembering some,
All know the truth,
Those moments are for few moments,
Few hours, Few days
Few months of few years but not any furthur,
Still many wish a particular ‘traveller’
To accompany them the rest of the path
Knowing for certain this would never happen
Yet a hope and the wish
Keeps their trust joyously alive
Only to find the traveller taking
A completely different path from yours
At the crossroads
Leaving you all alone and with no choice left
But to resume the ‘Journey’
But now to a newer destination called ‘Sorrow’
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