The Road That Was Taken Poem by Navarun Mallick

In the hazy distance under a colourless sky,
A figure may be seen, tottering, stumbling forward,
On an unkempt road with no end yet in sight.
The nameless spectre's eyes scan a featureless earth
To find a speck of colour, to give a hard life meaning.
And in this quest, our traveler journeys on,
His feet bleeding the crimson dye of sorrow,
And eyes, that are soothed by sight of Joy's flowers,
But yet tear up as the dust of memories smites them.
This is a tough path, but not unfamiliar, no,
Not for me, not even for you. Because all of us
Have seen this before, have been this before.
The roads we choose may be worlds apart,
But the way we walk them will always be the same.