The street is following serpent alike
Jig jag rowing, ups and downs
Much raising, much falling, much straining
To ease the way of life still marching
Towards its destination as if assailing
Caravan of universal life.
The serpentine street is longing march
Envisaging the truth of life
Serpentine street never thinks
It is being trampled days and nights
Making all to reach to goals of life
So longing days and nights.
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