The Road Poem by Aditya Ambience

I was wandering over the Road,
Couldn't tell Of How Much Old,
I walked Even I was Feeling Cold
I Moved Inside The Mist Brave And Bold.

Saw The Poles Broken by;
Shall I stop Or Should I Give a try?
I made The most Of The time,
Snapped The Picture as Wind Chimed.

Kept The Track Bitterly Worn,
Moved Slightly on and on and on.
The Rain is seeming To came Again,
Wash The Pain to An Empty Drain.

I kept The Moment Just Held On,
Saw The Mist Has Just now Gone,
The Drops Were falling like Spray of soul,
I gleamed With Joy, i couldn't Control.

I Promised To come Back Again,
Write A poem Once more without a stain.
'But What If This Will Change? '
I still Thought At That In strange.


-Aditya sharma