Road is casual, route is dull,
until I walk, I am just critical.

It comes alive while I explore,
the beauty, the thrill that it has in store.

It is my choice, it won’t enforce,
what I want to discover, is my endeavor.

Some take to the usual, some to the rare,
some take to the past ‘n’ some to the future.

Some are leading to, an era gone by,
some are so hectic, i wish I can fly.

Some would turn left, some could turn right,
a few can turn, u, complete.

© Hari Prasad.S



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