In time's motion, life is a sojourn,
With stations and intermissions,
Starts for halts and halts for starts,
But constant with seeming stops.
The traveler may be a tortoise or a hare.
A fish or a bird, a snail, or a snake
It may be on horseback or on wheels,
It is a sojourn with the stages.
Born from womb, in mother's care,
In the lap, to be slow in crawls,
Toddles to run, lisps to speak,
For sojourns and speeches.
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Life, a sojourn, by vehicles in variety,
It goes ahead by a horse or a camel,
By, bicycle, bike, car, bus, or train.
Life is a sojourn in movement.
Life is a voyage amid the waves,
Facing the storms and winds
By ships and steamers on water
For a journey in motion.
Life is a flight amid the clouds,
High in the sky, in the air
So fast in reaching the destination,
For journey in motion.
Life is never stationary,
A trip in the air or on water or land
In motion with emotions,
It is through stages and stations.
Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXLI (31-May-2024)
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