Pintu Mahakul

Muse Declared

Evening mumbled near this highway,

Connecting to two major cities of country,

Muffled trees gave breeze of emotion,

This lorry hastened carrying crude oil.

Arriving far destination was motive,

Mind sprinted with observation of muse,

Taking turn in to right Colony Street,

I was pensively stood near the call tower.

Beauty of clean weather told clean road,

Black carpet was put, wheels walked far,

Trees mimicked blowing breeze of spring,

Fronds beside bushes saddled grasses.

Sand like water dribbled down the street,

Meeting lorry in highway love floated,

Separation brought agony doing duty,

Sterling vision vowed to proceed ahead.