Crossroads Poem by Siva Shankar

At the crossroads of my life,
Filled with hope, torn with strife,
The weary traveller that I was,
I stopped to think and take a pause.

As I stood in silent thought,
Musing about my onward path,
The morning mist enveloped my way,
For winter's veil had come to stay.

The road before me takes a turn,
I can't see but I can't return.
Troubles and trepidations I do reckon,
But the light at the end, to me does beckon.

Life is but a gambling game,
Players different but stakes the same.
We lung for power, money and fame,
Success, respect and acclaim.

Trapped in a web of growing desire,
Aspiring for more and more,
I know not what is in store,
Behind the glittering golden door.

Morals and principles do implore,
For a place on the boxing floor,
To fight against a yielding mind,
Falling prey to vices galore.

I wonder if life is a fog, dark misty and grey,
For I know not my destination and know not my way,
When I heard a friendly voice whisper and say,
'Onward! Onward! That's the way.'