I have studied many times
The marble tombstone sculpted for me ..
I have inhaled the smoke of burning ghats ....
A boat with a furled sail
at rest in a harbour
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life .....
Love was offered but I shrank from its disillusionments
Sorrow knocked but I was scared
Ambition called but I dreaded the chances
Yet all the while I hungered for the meaning in life
Now I know we must life the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Whereever they drive the boat ....
To put meaning in one's life
May end in madness
But life without meaning is torture ....
But some survived
Those who died and those who survived
Are both epics ......................
copied from somewhere ..but it's worth reading