While passing through the same road,
It was again the same destination to reach,
But today this road is looking broader,
May be before this I didn’t notice this precedence.
My mind and my heart can’t resist thinking,
These trees, this river and this footpath are still at their own place,
But something was not okay which was lamenting,
Looked as the atmosphere is awarded by malisons and was full of cries,
These refugee people seem as they are living on some another planet,
Fully unaware about the outside world they look satisfied in their small tents cum houses,
Oh God! Why today I am also not as carefree as these people are,
Why my thoughts are tantalizing my heart tardily…..
While passing through the same road,
I am thinking about this city where I born,
Today the same tree which I am seeing from my childhood is teasing me,
Each and everything was asking to conquer the same peace and harmony.
While counting these white strips on the road,
I was memorizing all those friends to them when I talked I don’t remember,
This life also seems like this road which is also for moving forward continuously,
Tomorrow again I will be passing through this road but my thoughts will be differ,
And my mind will be busy in thinking about something else ………………………….
