I built the road, which was less traveled,
By the same; that’s why always unraveled,
New aspects, came & gone like winds,
And gave that road numerous initiatives.
I built that road, knowing every road falls,
No matter how I decorate it with thoughts;
From slippery slopes to driving savage blokes,
Or icy sheets, or deluge when clouds meets.
I built that road on the verdant meadows,
When seasons change, it turns muddy, cold;
As the road that is also travelled the most,
Would be seen in paintings when history is told.
I built the road, like others, meets nowhere,
Same goes for species evolved on spheres;
You await, for someone to bring beginning,
Alas, like a YUGA, in cycle, it keeps screenings. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024