The Road Lay Alone

The road lay alone where

Every one was in hustle and bustle

With polished speed traffic

But today slow and silent

With old and young trees both

The sides dripping with sadness

Makes patches of dark colours

Due to fog that hounches on knees

Over it and surrounds velvet green

Fields, and over the country

As it was sunday morning

In December the last of the month

 Of cold winter that freezes most

Of the objects on the earth.