The Road Not Taken By My Shoes Poem by Aftab Alam

The Road Not Taken By My Shoes

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The river flow and falls. Sings a psalm
Initially behaves like a notorious baby
and then like a philosopher deep and calm
Beginning fast and at end slow but heavy
On the ocean: the cemetery of rivers.

We also keep the same attitude like river
We dream or weave the dream like weaver
In spite of being deep we try to be rich
On rush road we become a rampaging witch
On the grave: the cemetery of human kind

What hope we have, there is any hope!
What technique we have, there is any technique!
Date of death is fixed, this simple thought, we lost.
If we realized, then. Why this ugly hara-kiri, man?

Road of blind philosophy I will never choose
I walk on the road not taken by my shoes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sallam Yassin 01 October 2013

Ahead what is waiting Let we go ahead and watch in merge of time we will know May god will be merciful

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