The Road

His day moved slow, 
Sweating in the harsh sun.
Hammering the rocks away,
His face, dark and ashen.

The friction of the pebbles,
Gives way to a road smooth.
His own life dull,
From happiness, a bit skewed.

Then came the moment to rest,
Deserved by everyone, in their nest.
But what about the birds in flight,
Where do they rest for the night?

The world zooms by,
His dreams, slow and still.
Life, for others, a smooth ride,
For him, a climb uphill.

After he had toiled hard, 
Built the bridges for the world.
Reminisced his universe small,
On his bed, The Road.

His Bed The Road
His Bed The Road

The Road The Road Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Monday, April 13, 2015 Rating: 5

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