Cross Roads. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Here is a cross raod,
With five roads meeting,
With vehicles rounding it,
Which ever way it takes,
One can go a place,
Either short by one,
Longer by others one by one,
Like the world is round,
Yet all pass it at the highest speed,
Like their life depends on it,
What is the hurry, they know not,
As if they are in a great hurry,
To spend their life at speed,
From birth to death,
The cross road juction,
Mutely watching each of them,
Smiling at their speed,
Knowign well they do the same things
At home, office or work place,
The cross roads silently
Advising them to slow down the pace.

Ravikiran Arakkal