Traveler of this world - General Poetry

Oh traveler of this world
Your destination is the grave
This journey for what you are preparing
Will lost for only two days
Since the creation of this world
Thousands and millions have come (before you)
Since the creation of this world
But have all perished and turned to dust (No one is left)
They have been engulfed in soil do not forget this
This will be every one final abode
Oh traveler of this world
Your destination is the grave
With your one eyes how many burials
Have you witnesses (seen)
With your own hands how many of the dead have you buried
Of your own consequences
Why are you so unaware?
Oh traveler of this world
Your destination is the grave.