An Endless Ride - Poem by Samya Bose
The road seems to test
The strength of traveler's stride,
With the enraged sun above
Like a demonic adversary.
Blistering earth under his feet
Making him earn his every step,
Occasional gust of dust laden wind,
Giving him the taste of aridity.
No welcome notes from birds,
No green clings to the traveler's feet,
No shady haunt by its side,
The road seems to offer
An endless monotony.
Yet, the traveler is relentless
In heading towards the horizon,
Beyond which lies his destiny.
It is him and the never ending road
In perfect isolation in absolute openness,
Whispering to each other,
No one but the road,
With whom he falls in love.
So he loves to walk than reach,
And chooses the one least traveled by.
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