1 Poem

Walking and walking and walking and walking,

I hear the ups n downs of the path, talking.

The seekers need to keep knocking,

Through all the thick and thin, pit stops and balking.

One step at a time, if not more,

Helps the boat keep afloat, like an oar.

Is it open ajar? Or, is a sealed door?

You cannot know till you reach the cabin ashore.

People are like birds migrating,

Between atoms of wants and needs, vibrating.

The mill of fulfillment and deprivation always gyrating.

Some make legal profits; Others gain in in pirating.

The secret lies in nothing but holding on,

No fate is fixed, Karma is forever molding on.

This journey is rarely smooth, mostly jolting on.

Don't settle with regrets. For peace, keep revolting on.

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