Born with the cries, In the beds so small, First breathe to final sighs, He hustles in it all! Different roads, different ways, Man works hard, night and days, To earn his bread, to claim the place And to win money in a daily race. Some wear suits, some carry sacks, Some mend hearts, some fit tracks. One seeks a desk, with papers piled, other toils in fields, under sun wiled! The destination is clear and so bright, Man chases money, day and night. For family's sake or the relatives fake, Some build castles and some earn steak. One thing he forgets, in the journey unclear, The master is waiting at the end so clear. Light at the end of tunnel, so bright, Where all paths will merge, in one pure light. The theme of the poem is the sole idea by Vinay Moryani. He is a keen seeker of spirituality and walks on the path of the same. I have turn his ideas into words and further mending into a complete poem!
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