At the End Finds the Same Thing
to the unknown future
sailing living life boat
few wishes have been burnt
few hovers a few float
journey on the way
from beginning twists the next
whatever's got in colors
if felt good adds to life's annex
rowing himself so
moving towards the shore
at end finds the same thing
what is lying in the heart core
Copyright © Bl Devnath | Year Posted 2016
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