As I walked the strange path met many lives.
From the street dogs to the men and women,
Life is life; pain hurts everybody;
Hungry, lust and thrust,
found everywhere,
Many lives came close and lived with me
They were once my family,
Friendship, love respect and gratitude has come
Not with the religious or linguistic boundary but with the
life itself.
It is hard to leave the trail behind and to say good bye to
them.
When the call comes everybody has to leave.
May be to leave the place or to leave the life itself.
Let there be no attachment,
Life had no attachment when it started in the womb.
Let us remain free let us watch the passer by
Let us live the life at its fullness,
Let us witness let us be free.
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