Life... Poem by Gaurav Kandoi

Life,
Some call it a journey
While others only a moment.
Years, we all live by
Thinking of the day we will die.
People,
Few related, but most strangers
Some known, while others unknown.
From neighborhood to different parts
Few remain, while other get apart.
Places,
At some we live, and few other we visit
Only a fraction of the earth, we limit.
People speaking different dialects
And foods of different flavors.
Life,
Is not a journey, nor only a moment
It is a river, flowing from the glaciers high.
Passing by people and lands nearby
Leaving behind a trail of love and cries.