Some Road Poem by pada kambanji

where this road will reach,
awaits me a trophy,
they call pleasure.
This street, is named after pain,
so I take me a hitch.
Its end lies at infinity,
an infinity I cant see,
for am blinded by my tear,
a tear I call rain.
The clouds stare and preach,
of a parable of a sparkly ray,
hiding in the clouds, they say, is a treasure,
a lost run.
In my throat is an itch,
I drown in this flood of tears,
but still so thirsty.
So much water but yet a desert,
that makes my head so tipsy.
If I could take a sip of water or wine,
It can be such a great leisure.
This desert, is a blueprint of my life in ruins,
to find a smile down this memory lane,
will be such a gain.
Who should I thank for this torture?
where I have learned of patience,
and not be pushy.
where I have learned to forge ahead,
even if the road looks hazy,
holding to hope that I prosper.