I saw tombstones
Some ornate , others plain.
All had a story hidden
Of fulfilment and emptiness.
Death is a leveller
And makes us realise
All are equal
Even if born amidst riches.
The journey from cradle to grave
Is universal.
It is the footprints that are left behind,
Some etched out in memory
Others washed out by waves of ‘Time ‘.

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prema balaji

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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