Journey Of Life

In the flow of time who is still

The sky, the moon or the stars so far ?

Which is looking bluish deep

Where life itself is the sailor !

 

Taking your view

Submerged in the sweet

And salt ocean

Up-to the tip of nose,

Taking all reasons

Of my communications

About love's dew

With the flow of life.

 

All take its due turn

Always in one day such,

And time will remain

With nothing must ,

But just a handful of grey

And white dust.