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'Life'

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Rahul Marskole


Long ago, I met a traveller. He sat across me by the fire.

Though I could not see him clearly. I could hear him pretty well.

He asked me about my exploits of life. 


I proclaimed to have seen a green forest parted by a river.

Mountains with beautiful waterfalls. 

A dance of lights in the sky. 

Amazing - He said. I continued. I have seen - 

Fields of wheat, rice & maize by the roads. 

Rivers flowing in the cities. Lakes in the gardens of rich. 

Quite Extraordinary - He added. 


In my travels, I have met poets, fine artists, sages, intellectual people. 

And explorers with wonderful tales to tell. 

Tales ? 

Tales of birds larger than mountains. 

Snakes larger than skyscrapers. 

Angels bathing in the river in the moonlight. 

Brave men fishing under heavy thunder & lightning. 

Magnificent - He spoke. 

What else do you know of? He asked. 


I know of many places. Like 

A bottomless pit in Russia. Fruits like Heaven in China.

Free food for life in India. Best wines of France. 

Pizza of Italy and Burgers of America. 

I know of - I answered. 


Did anything surprised you? He smiled & asked.

While adding a wood to the fire. 


Sometimes I Marvel at the magic of sunrise.

The gold that shines on everyone. 

The vast ocean never crossing his shores.

Desserts turning into beautiful cities. 


So it was all worth it? He enquired. It was. Was? 

Then it is time to go. 

Go where? I.. 

HEAVEN. 

By Rahul Marskole



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