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DOES the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you waiting at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
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I have read the poem.I think that it is a frank and delicate meditation on death in rhyming quatrains.Life is here presented as a long, tiring uphill journey toweards the ''dark hours'' of death.This journey makes a man weak and worn out.But after death,the soul reaches heaven where God is ready to give peace and rest to the battered soul.This is a very beautiful and significant poem.
SOUKARJA GHOSAL from India