The Art Of Knowing

I pass through it every day and every evening,

I cling on it, every step to another,

Supports me from dropping down,

Even takes from high mound

You & me, and everybody, lies and relies on it,

Glossy, Rosy, or even coarsely,

Painted by us but painted by less,

Glitters on occasions and on festivals,

Alas, sprinkled with the dust and storm,

Often, we dig the earth and find new way.

Beauty lies on its chrome & shroom,

A few have signs and many have crimes,

Indeed, standing rigid for every one of us,

Mysteriously, it leads every soul,

Open the doors to heaven or hell,

And it takes thou there.