Up the hills and down the roads
Sometimes smooth and others with odds
The journey from womb to tomb is born
And thus life goes on…..

We come into this world with a cry
Then starts the struggle of “you” and ” I”
What in this world is ours to mourn?
Life just goes on…..

Like the train journey each has his halt own
The destinations of some look predictable and known
Between love- hatred, give and take life is torn
Yet non stop… life goes on…

Many relationships blossom and there’s a fight for the window pane
Only to realize that we shall never meet again
The bubble of some lives disappears and is gone
But how beautiful you are!… Life that you go on…
©️Lalita Vaitheeswaran.