The road to my home
Is across the sea
There are no roads across the sea
It gives and provides me with comfort
It gives me riches and wealth
There are lovers along my road
I can't give up walking on the road
There are dancers and revellers on the road
The road is blessed by the priest
It summons the world
The road is congested with lovers
It considers the poor and rich alike
There is no discrimination on the road
It provides me with joy and laughter
What sort of road do you take?
The world is an enormous road
It has goods and provisions
The road never gives up its secrets
No one has a monopoly over the road
The name of my road is "Kingdom"
Because the world is a Kingdom
The road is sorrowful and grieving for peace
It is suffering and tearful and can't give up its daily toil and sweat
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Author:
Solomon (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wanted to find out what a road can achieve and whether we could learn some lessons from it. A road is not well understood and apprecicated. The whole world is a gigantic road. We could fail to realise the true nature of the road. It contributes a lot in our daily lives. We are part and parcel of the road.
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