Sunday and the road seems to be stretching,
Further and Further in longing,
Unknown to the other side where the road end,
Unknown to where this road began...
I sit here at the Wimpy,
Wondering why life is not all happy,
Why our lives is all about ourselves,
When the rich ignores and the poor struggles...
As I face the road ahead,
The engine all ready and geared,
The lines like arrows to be flashing,
Why must right and no left in direction?
All that I know is behind,
All that I learned is in mind,
All that I gained is in front,
All that I lost is in the ground...
My Life must start somewhere,
Somewhere a break needs to adhere,
Sometime I will get ahead,
My life will find joy in the great!
The wheels start rolling,
The tar meets the future me,
The wind trying its best in holding,
But the momentum never ends in time...
A loner at heart,
poorer in drought,
dehydrated in tears,
all that is left is years...
Get up, mind would shout,
Go for life it would argue,
My soul staring at my brain,
Shaking its head in despair...
Not easy, I tell you,
It would groan,
but there are others around,
don’t forget them too...
They depend on you to survive,
To be the bearer of smiles,
To bring laughter to their hearts,
And joys to their despaired strive...
So, I gather myself in intelligence,
I hustle to the mountains’ range,
To start a new chapter in my life,
In hope that this time, just once, my life would be a better prospective...
Leaving the memories in their little boxes,
To enjoy later in quiet time’s,
Depression will not settle in me,
This too shall pass, someone uttered wittedly!
(300 Words)
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