The Journey

Though unconscious we are born In pains we live, we fade, we die But life like river flows on Quickly and slowly we pass bye The wave, the tide They blow and kick us about We wrestle, we fight We cry, we laugh out Life is for a season Like flowers in sunrise The tour for a reason In life we strive to rise On the path we stumble Depressed and forlorn The undulation unbearable Bliss! Bliss!! We beckon Life is really a journey Some exit, some excel Like pilgrims we journeyed Though its path no one can tell Like wayfarers we progressed Dark cloud on our path abound The rain, the sun our goal repressed Excruciating pains, still we onward bound