ROADS

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All roads have two ends,

First,from where they start,

Then they go, to merge with other,

Covering a distance, long or short.

Some of the roads lead to a fixed target,

Go and reach the destination- no doubt,

Some trapped in jungle of cement-concrete,

Beneath sky-scrappers, they try to come out.

A road starts from an unknown dusty village,

And dissolves in the ocean of the giant city,

Either people diffuse their being, under vast sky,

Or come back home, with false proud, and pity.

An old banyan tree divides a road in two halves,

One zig-zag thorny passage reaches primitive home,

Other smooth road goes long, long,long, and breaks,

Dead stop at a point, glittering the polish of crome.  

Cunning and clever people make a shining road,

And most fantastic bridge connecting the ridge,

To give a final touch to this grand artistic work,

They divert a flowing river beneath the bridge. 

In metro cities, roads have well built foot -paths,

They give all purpose facility, except foot-walks,

 Slums, and all under sky, find a shelter here,

Lives pass on silently and smoothly on foot-paths.

Those who guide to walk on their path are great,

People follow their teachings, and try to learn,

And if something goes against their road- map,

There is an escape-road, in the form of U-turn.

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