Posted in Poetry

Wayfarer

What more a wayfarer can seek?
His destionation is where he keeps going
His days are limited, his nights too
Some days he gets pleasure, but it has to leave
Some days he gets it hard, but it has to leave
No burden remains except the burden of deeds
He knows where he has to go
He knows he will reach there
It will be heavy on his soul
Only if he could understand
He is only a wayfarer
His day are limited, his nights too

Last drive of the soul is to the Lord
Who gives, Who takes
Who makes, Who destroys
Unto Him every journey ends
Who has destined for everyone a course
If you read these words, there were destined too
For you are a wayfarer and World is not the actual place to live

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