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Shweta Rastogi

Abstract Inspirational Fantasy Romance Others

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Shweta Rastogi

Abstract Inspirational Fantasy Romance Others

The Road For Me

The Road For Me

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Standing on the fork sweating profusely, 

I was speculating the roads confusedly.

A beautifully tended road seemed to be the end of my misery.

Oh! So tired of that drudgery!


Raising my foot as I started,

A voice erupted that left me startled.

This isn't your road, 

That's where you've to board.


Oh no! That road's so rough,

It'll make my life tough,

The parched, dreary road that's full of thorns,

Who chooses?

That'll give me only bruises.


You're not meant for pleasures,

Have to take a lot of measures,

To extricate the world that's so dear,

And expecting you to be its saviour. 


See that! How nourished and flourished!

So many with their days cherished!

I'm going to embrace,

The road that's full of grace.


The resplendence, the charm and the swarm,

All are nothing but a mirage, that'll only sabotage.

You're not meant to revolve, but to evolve, 

There's a mystery to solve.

The road though looks rough,

There's certainly some great stuff.


Who am I? I'm a mean boy.

Don't play with me as if I'm your toy.

Expect not so much from me,

See, how my friends are choosing free.


All are not meant for great work,

Common folk cannot bear even a slight jerk.

You're chosen, here not for gratification,

Have to salvage thy world through your edification.


Look! This is so brilliant,

Glowing, glittery and radiant!

Tell me! Why should I sacrifice it for grime,

To save what's overlooked the Divine?

Great work is for imperial

Men, I'm nothing but a boy so trivial.


Don't crave for what's not yours,

All will end up being sore.

Pitching onto this road, you grow in stature,

Definitely, it'll succour you to mentor thy world in future.

That's not to abhor, but to aid you to restore

The gaiety of men presently busy in their chore,

And to themselves they ignore.

Realize, when nobody to implore.

Thus, lose everything they procure. 


Do you really think I'm the chosen one?

What if, I realize it's not true when I'm half gone?

I'll be in limbo, nothing in hand just to bellow

And wail, why did I follow? Why did I follow?


The road that looks cosy today, loses its warmth day by day,

You're not to spoil, but something to give to this soil.

Half way through you'll discover your Self, 

And as you near the end you'll dissolve all your Self.

This is the Crux that saints and sages sacrifice their lives for, 

Drop your dilemma and rest assured you'll reap what you strive for. 


Lo! I'm treading on the road you want me to.

Promise, you'll save me like Balaam's Donkey till I come through. 

Now, hold my hand, let me feel your presence, 

And lead me to embrace the eternal essence.

Though I am scared to hell, 

Having you by my side, I'm sure, I'll fare well, I'll fare well.


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