Harsh yet strong...
Dusty yet bend..
Black or grey or red...
The narrow the flat the small the big..
The footsteps created way..
How far is it? ?
What it is! !
The path, the road..
Whatever u call..
It has seen all..
The new journey of those vermilion clad girl..
The blood soaked crashed hands..
The new old mingle...
The goodbye the new hello..
The old pages with new chapter s..
The history the following...
It has its own experience...
Learn teaches to go on...
The way made some new ways..
The way ended few..
At night during rain...
At crowd less middle of the dark..
It beats..It cries..It laughs..
It prepares like us for a new sun to rise..
A dusk dawn journey...
Repeats yet never tired...
Like life! ! !
Each road has its story to share..
Keep your ear and heart open...
It speaks..It shares..
A travelling travellers diary...
A never ending road...
An unpredictable unprecedented...
An endaveaour to gasp! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have made it look like a living object. Your deft treatment of the subject is quite impressive. Thanks a lot, Soumi. A dusk dawn journey... Repeats yet never tired... Like life! ! ! .... Each road has its story to share..