Life is on move--like time--through you, through me,
Through all alive now on this mortal Earth,
And has been ceaseless from the belly of the sea,
Aeons ago, and moves through deaths and births.
And microbes who first grew knew not why they grew
Long after the creation of the universe,
And died, as life moved on passing through
Animals, plants, bees, birds, to lastly reach us.
Yet life's on move and cares not who is living
And how, and moves through fortunes, fames, and pleasures,
'So, kindlessly, through plights, pains, sorrows, sufferings,
And stops not even at deaths of mightiest masters.
Comes one from the womb, to grave one goes,
But whither life does move no body knows.
-- N P Samal
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