By the highway I came,
But by the highway I return not.
And so I find me still on the embarkment,
not having gone even half the way,
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A great philosophical poem having a hidden meaning of life and death is nicely executed.
The Cowrie is costly It is made not of dowry, The road that leads the land is infinite, You have to be penniless and drop all you hold, On the way and half the way the ferry is hidden, The cost that you have to pay is you, You have to give yourself to be on boat, On the way the highway you are at home.
Excellent- The highway, through which I've come Just running on this no stoppage ahead after ahead phrase earning and spending if spending is bigger than earning then the curse comes down.......! penniless beggar......!
Crossing the river Styx costs a cowrie. A short poem filled with thought and meaning of life and death.
have a good ear for music.