It's An Endless Journey Poem by Prasad Sing

From, birth it was started, or it was from before.
Some relations are done and finished; fake reality.
Then might be the world a fake illustration of dream.
Or they come to remember us that there was something.

May be the time, the master; but I am not it's servant.
If I am not here then, whom the time will kill then?
My presence makes the time feel that it is there.
Time is the most valuable; without me not at all.

I let the world to hurt me always, don't hesitates.
Because I know time is hurting me today, to love tomorrow.
The journey is not going to finish at any moment.
Because some of my missions are still incomplete.

Incompleteness is the main theme of this world.
If not then it could be a heaven till today.
But we are here still now, in this field of war of feelings.
Let us abolish all our feelings and get free from pain.

Shocked! it's just a cycle of winning and loosing or nothing.
There is no religion, no philosophy there, it's your good luck and you.
So, what are you thinking of, what is this?
Hey, it is nothing, it is an endless journey.