Stream
Life is like a stream
we all float but only a few beam
The two banks are seperated
On one is joy the other sorrow none related
We keep floating till we sink
Know not when we'll leave in a wink
Here none is attached but moves on
As in Gods hands we are a pawn
Knowing we will end up soon
All are to this fact attune
We come we float we may not know how to swim
But somehow reach the banks rim
We grow make friends and wait
Till Lord will open his gate
From the fear of hell we mind our gait
We all try to swim straight
We may indulge in misgivings
But ultimately mind ourselves livings
Copyright © Bawa Talwar | Year Posted 2017
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