The Pedestrians
The Pedestrians


The pedestrians
No one knows the boundaries of pedestrians
The walk,
The road,
The destination is fixed,
The rise and fall is destiny,
The roads are narrow but
Widen up to the end,
The minimum thoughts
The maximum expectations
Are the rule of the day,
Every morning each pedestrian buries
His mortal body in the graveyard,
Remains unnoticed
>To a picturesque element moves on and on,
Bondages are the mere spectrum
To adhere till one is alive,
The disappointments, distress,
Gains and losses,
Achievements and rewards
Are but cyclical events
Death remains silent to all unanswered questions,
Living with time is not the key pivotal
To speak all untamed stories,
Alone and aloof only,
The pedestrians.