ROAD

Buses and cars run over me all the day long

People trample me as they walk along

Children throw stones on me, as they go by

Tears fall on me, when some passer-by cry.

Lovers have walked hand in hand over my whole length

Road-rollers have passed over me, but I have retained my strength

The wind has spread a sheet of dust all over me

Roadside shops have thrown over me, rotten food or tea.

I’ve been used since ages, long long ago

After the people used to hunt with a spear or bow

Who lived in rocky caves, or a one-roomed hut

Bullock-carts have got stuck in my guts.

I’ve seen the new world replace the old, as the days passed by

I’ve seen architects building sky-scrapers high

I’m an old and oft used road, broad and very long

Age may take its toll on me, but when re-paved, I’m still strong.