The Paths.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The well travelled path,
Is full of smoke and booze,
Weeds are crushed,
Mild cough is formed,
Wallets are thinned,
The wealthy sickness,
Spoiled the health,
Thousands of times,
The same advice is repeated,
Why do we choose that path,
To travel and face with troubles?
Stop and turn back,
Here is another path,
Where it is very pleasant,
Cool and breezy,
Not so expensive,
No tolls are charged,
We can walk free and bold,
To grow into healthy old people,
Come on, it is not too late..