The Road Poem by Subroto Chatterjee

There are many roads I’ve traveled less,
And many deeds to confess.
But there’s a road I’d like to try,
Even though I know not why.

If the road ends in a fork,
Take your chances; go for broke.
Does it matter where it ends?
You might say 'It depends'.

Some roads go round and round,
And some that go underground.
There are some that lose their way,
While others loop, swerve, and sway.

If the road leads you nowhere,
You’ve learnt something somewhere.
For the road that was taken,
Tells us what you have forsaken.

If the road is like a knot,
Bless yourself with what you’ve got.
Your actions will reveal the code:
Can you carve your own road?

Roads that lead to destinations,
Begin with much contemplation.
Now I know the road to take,
It’s the one without a break.


Copyright © SC
03rd April 2009
Mumbai