Don'T Speak On The Road Poem by Prabhakar Sarma Neog

Many roads are being built,
Days and nights fuse into each other, painting
obscurities of grey:
Leave clues of hue
For those who come later.

Dusts are of many colours,
A vivid rainbow of anarchy:
Like a whim of randomness, raising
and promising to mate the sky.

A mess of proud architects gather, planning
bilboards of lust and toil.

You,
A traveller of leisure
Wait, joined by others, oblivious
Buy a luxury of paitence.

Into the confusion I tread, sparing
the sloppy extravagence of signs.

You wait till I come back, silently,
A prudent gesture of carefulness:
Because often the roads are lonely,
You don't speak on the road.