There are
So many roads;
So many paths
But all have one goal;
Carry us,
To the destiny we have;
The road we choose,
Predestined to us;
Some are supple,
Some are rugged,
Some carry thorns,
To inflict pain;
Endure pain and joy,
Yet we all move;
Until reach the goal,
Chosen for us;
© Sadashivan Nair
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