Terminal Journey
Days pass one by one
We lose our near and dear persons gradually
Cruel Death snatches its preys
We can not do anything , because we are puppet of its hands.
We had to admit this stern reality
Thats why we become normal again after loosing some one...
Life runs in its own course
We are the fellow passengers of this train
When own station comes, we have to leave the train forever and ever and ever.....
K