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The road
which I have
followed since childhood
has become an
unforgettable road for me.
How do I forget?
When I have
my walk on this road.
The road reminding me
of my childhood days,
when I used to follow
this road with my relatives.
The road is still same,
but I have grown up
with the time.
When I walk on the road,
I just feel as if,
the reality lies in
this amazing road.
The road has become
enough strong to endure
anything and tells me
to be enough strong
to face all the troubles
of the life.
Trees are on the
both sides of the road
in a row to offer it
a warm greeting.
The pollution doesn't
dance over the road,
because all the trees,
are in a protective way
to protect it from the
fatal pollution
to begrime it.
Time makes its way
through the road but,
the road can't make its way
because being settled here has
become its home for good.
When was the road made?
and when it goes dead,
nobody knows about that,
but the road has to do
its work till it exists.
13-01-2008
Pushkar Bisht
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