THE ROAD

I am one and the same.

Users are many and different.

I lay here.

Users go through me.

Each one approaches me differently,

Each one uses me differently.

Some enjoy, some curse.

Some exploit, some destroy.

No one cares unless I am useless.

Many are rules few are followed.

No one loves unless I am empty.

All wish, if the others haven’t used me.

Accused for accidents, cursed for curves;

Sighed for pits, angrier for bumps;

Dirtied by their wastes of travelers;

Travelers go through me again and again.

Saddened by deliberate accidents,

Enthralled by scenery on my wings,

Joining in the joy and sadness,

Of all my guests, I lay here.

Filled with twists and turns, ups and downs:

Scorched by the sun, patted by moon,

Beaten by the rain drops,

I lay here.

I go nowhere, yet allow others go through me:

I lead no one but offer choices.

I mislead no one, but confuses with choice.

But, I offer a choice of return too, always.

Walk or run drive or fly your choice.

Take rest to enjoy my wings or

Ignore it, for it’s your choice.

A choice is yours always but not results.

That’s the life of a road.

Witnessing success and failure,

More of joy is desired day after day,

Reward is different each day.