The Travel of Life

I could just see

Life piled on Life

When it stood still:

It moves in time when lived !

I remained at the place

From Where I did not begin

Moments all piled up with time

I was asked Did I have ?

A bigger place to hold !

But,Of all the wood that did ever churn

In cold, piled under the snow

None refused to burn

They just needed a burning fire to blow

Whither,it longs and burns again

When amidst this fire

And one can see again

The Travel of Life in time

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