Strangers In The Journey

Strangers In The Journey short poem

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Sailing through the river,
A long line of boats I passed,
With gloomy sulky faces aboard;
None to give a smile.
Fishes jumped up in their faces,
No one bothers;
Birds flew in numbers,
No one looks up.
Where they go,
No one knows;
Where they’re from,
No one knows.
We travel in this journey called life
With people all around,
Strangers we are and strangers we will be;
Because, no one soul knows another
Than a smile in the face.

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Lover of Beauty and observer of Life. Open and frank. I believe that life is a journey where we find so many crossroads and our life depends on which road we take.Studied Post Graduation in English Literature from North Eastern Hill University (NEHU).Works for an Organization that promotes Livelihood options for the underprivileged society, especially in the rural areas.
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