---- FINAL REWARD ---- by Rahul

Bow my soul with the sprinkles of its fountain, 
Whatever crown bestowed on me, 
Being rewarded in the race of life, 
Or when flowers of my flower vessel, 
Become pale in the pass of time, 
Those were once the sign of win. 
As it is known the race goes on , 
And all the rewarding moments, 
With the glowing eyes of glory , 
Sleep in the dark night of past , 
But life goes on nourishing being fed with love. 
When the final whistle blows on, 
All the likable things stay back in its place, 
But the treasure of love accompanies with grace, 
That was once earned in that defined race.