Though The Road Itself Is Ordinary Poem by Raj Arumugam

…the road itself is ordinary
black, tarmac, blazing in the hot sun
common as any other road,
smooth here, a sudden roughness there
but the journey itself is beautiful:
the trees that line the road are sunny green
and the top of the hills kissed by the rays
and the clouds in the sky scattered wide
and the clear luminous blue shining through…
the beautiful accompanies one
though the road itself is ordinary…