An Ode To The Freedom Of Roads

O, freedom of roads

I owe a lot to you, sultry breeze

Thank you for this afternoon

But before all, I bow reverently before the mighty God

Whose form although invisible toured me through the foreign yards

O, freedom of roads

It was such a sunny afternoon

My sun-burnt brow glowed galore

I loved my cheeks that smiled secrete innumerable miles

‘Neath the sweaty blue mask of this happy child

Yes, I smiled my heart and eyes and life

After many months a whole

Bought jamuns and fruits and chocolates and pens and a notebook

I never dreamt I would talk like a fool ambling across pavements and footpaths

Or meet the best friend of mine whom I had so missed since the bell bade byes

But she who bought me chilled treat surprisingly

Said she didn’t like them to be hoary clouds or chocolate brown

But I wearing this long white skirt engirt with yellow stripes

I am proud that I steered my destiny to stop

Oh sorry it was with the great help of God

So I shan’t be proud, it’s wrong

That made my solitary walks a pleasance

But I am afraid, this too shall cripple someday into purgatory

There lie back in some corner among the unsurpassable gleaming treasures of the past