God: The time has come lets go.
Man: There's lot left in my row.
God: No need for that, you had enough.
Man: Leaving everything behind is bit tough.
God: Now don't waste time, take this bag, here.
Man: Tell me please what's in there.
God: Everything that you can call yours.
Man: Ok let me guess, I know of course.
Man: Is this my belongings, money or cloth?
God: Calling those yours, do you think it's worth?
Man: Then those are the memories of my past?
God: But memories become treasure of time, at last.
Man: Then those must be my qualities.
God: By situations, those are given royalties.
Man: Then are they my friends and family members?
God: In your life's journey, they are the co-passengers.
Man: Then my wife and children whom I love from the start?
God: They only reside in your heart.
Man: Then it's my body, does this have relevance?
God: Sorry, that's only composition of 5 elements.
Man: Then it should be my soul, is it true?
God: Your soul is also mine, get it through.
The man opened the box with a gloomy face.
It's empty! nothing in there, not a single trace!
With teary eyes he asks 'ok fine
then what should I call mine'?
God: I'm all yours if you want.
But avoiding your fate, you simply can't.
Your every action, call them yours.
No matter if it is good or gross.
Past is history, future is mystery, live in present.
Whatever is left, cherish every moment.
Live and let live, spread love all you can.
Now forget or forgive as everything has been done.
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Rhythm
PoetryAt this tough time we all need little motivation. I wanna share some of my personal experiences, thoughts, life lessons, feeling through words in a rhythm. Poetry is my forte that is how I inspire myself to inspire others.❤️ Rankings #1 positive tho...
