A silent walk towards the death...

Millions and billions of people,
Every human being,
Is running in the race,
No matters, how rich one is,
And how poor the one, standing with him.
No matters, if one is able and complete
Or one, running the same race,
Just having two hands and without legs.

One is having eyes but not the sight,
One who is blind, running day and night.
Every millionaire and billionaire,
They all are in the race.
Every good and bad,
The intelligent and the dumb,
The clever and the innocent,
The emperor and the empire,
One before the death,
And one who is unborn,
Knowingly or unknowingly,
But they all are in the race,
Either they will for,
Or not they wish for.
They all know,
They will be winner one day,
And that’s for sure.

But before you win,
Just loose the race of completeness,
Race for greed and ego,
The race for pride and wisdom.
Nothing will be yours.
Neither you for yours.
Nothing will last forever.
Except the ashes.
Don’t just burn like fire,
The fire doesn’t remain,
Only the ashes do.
Like your footprints behind,
To follow the same,
And keep you in the marathon,
Forever.

They all are in the marathon.
"A silent walk towards the death."



Copyright © 2010 Vishal Singh