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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1605424
The journey of life
THE INN

A small Inn, along the road
In the green forest, away from homes
Travellers stop there for a short stay
A stay of whole night in the biting winters
Or of few hours in scorching sunny days of summers
Travellers of all sort
Soldiers, farmers, rich and poor, old and young
Contemptuously sitting in carriages, Riding proudly their horses
Walking with zeal of life, Staggering barefoot
All sort of travellers, moving on the road and staying in the inn
The innkeeper welcomes them all with deference
Good to him and to the inn, wider is his smile
But he receives them all, who come to the inn
And they stay in the inn
Those full of contempt, demand aloofness
Those full of zeal, demand togetherness
Those full of fatigue and pain merely demand a place
Men, women, monks and swindlers, all under a roof
Every soul has a destination of it’s own
Every soul has a world of it’s own
And all stay in the small inn
The rich remain hidden in aloofness, only the scorn filters out
The soldiers boast of their bravery and mock others cowardice
The monks preach their religion and condemn the other ones
The swindlers search for the soft targets
And the poor farmers, who toil for them all in the fields
They are the targets of them all.
They are hated, preached, condemned and cheated
They are those who make them all exist
The contemptuous, the monks, the braves and the swindlers
By being toilers of land and By being their targets.
All stay in the same small inn
The innkeeper observes and serves them all
And then, all leave, at their time, to their destinations
And new ones come.
The doors of inn are always open, some enter and others exit

In this vast universe of green forest,
There is a road of time, running from naught to the naught
On that road falls the small inn, our earth
We enter it from naught, we leave it for the naught
The mother nature welcomes us all at the doors
In the smiling face of the innkeeper
And we stay here
Clad in different yokes
And we depart
Leaving scars and fragrance in the heart of innkeeper

By – Nakshatra Singh
+919829581524
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