The Road Which Goes.

The road which goes,

Carries many a load.

Cars, buses,trucks , humans and what not.

At night,

The street lights make it glow,

While the bright sun,

Makes its surface very warm.

For many everlasting years,

It carries this pain,

And with time,

It mostly remains the same,

Exvept for few repairs here and here.

The road which goes ahead,

Weighs under all our pain,

It carries our thoughts,

Our losses and our gains,

In this mighty world,

Even a few good deeds,

Bring cheer,

With lesser pain.



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