Every Road Turns Rough..Having ambled long enough through
The rough road of life
One is tempted to share and talk
About the tribulations and trials
One faced on the way
With those embarking on the journey
Hoping of helping them
Make it smooth & beautiful
Without realizing that the man has created
Newer smoother shining roads
Different than the older ones
To reach faster and perhaps, richer
And those are the roads
Which beckon and succeed
In attracting novice & young
One then wonders,
What about reaching purer and stronger..
Burning in the fire of circumstances,
So as to glow..
Facing storms arising out of
Betrayal & jealousies, so as to grow..
But then, the arguments, “So what it’s OK
Who is worried about strength?
Money can always handle things..
And are you talking about
Inner spiritual strength..
For God’s sake,
Let spirit remain a distant stranger…
For some more time please..”
And one shrinks back quietly
Into one’s own inner world..
With a resolve to constantly
Keeping oneself rejuvenated
For one understands,
One may be needed
Because somewhere at a distance
Every road tends to turn rough
Yet one prays it doesn't..