When i travel on highways, i find a stunning similarity
With numerous untold stories, the alleys stare at me,
These never-ending highways and their hidden sentiments
Am I the only one who reads them with excitement?
Be it the jet black path strewn with countless dreams
Or the laments of thick canopies adorning the rims,
The distant paddy fields or somewhere the barren earth
Narrates endless cold tales that’ll warm the heart,
The many faces that pass by these stationed spirits
Croons a mystical song wrapped in earthly lyrics,
The tiny shacks selling refreshments are a travellers delight
On a deserted highway, they are often a blissful sight,
The rhythmic hymn of the wind at different places
Leaves an imprint inside you, tempered with yore’s traces,
From daybreak to nightfall the road-wheel affair continues
The wet breeze, the foliage sights, the soggy morns, instils life anew,
Ambling I wonder, the meandering aisles, the vacant roads, the bumpy rides
Are they merely highways or the undulating journey of life?💚
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