Road Poem by Nafisa SB

Buses and cars run over me all the day long
People trample me as they walk along
Children throw stones on me, as they go by
Tears fall on me, when some passer-by cry.
Lovers have walked hand in hand over my whole length
Road-rollers have passed over me, but I have retained my strength
The wind has spread a sheet of dust all over me
Roadside shops have thrown over me, rotten food or tea.
I've been used since ages, long long ago
When people used to hunt with only a spear or bow
And lived in rocky caves, or a one-roomed hut
And bullock-carts have got stuck in my guts.
I've seen the new world replace the old, as the days passed by
I've seen architects building sky-scrapers high
I'm an old and oft used road, broad and very long
Age may take its toll on me, but when re-paved, I'm still strong.