Nobody here is the master of time
Everybody has to obey the law sublime
You and I are only symbolic fonts
Our existence or non-existence
Makes no difference
Don’t fill your boxes with crates of gold
For one day, in your absence, they will be sold
The real gold lies in the hearts of the people
When you can access that, life will be full
Blessed are those who say:
“I am brave enough to fight my way;”
They know their limits, failure and all
Still they live life trying to make it stable
Those who feel alone in the journey
they will be blessed with divine company
know for sure that
Life’s aim is not easily lost
If the traveler has not lost his trust
The light is there at the end of the tunnel
You just need to pay a little more care
Labor of love is never lost
for in the eyes of almighty,
the Pilgrim is always august
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