The Road We Travel Everyday

There is the road which we travel every day,

But is it the same one every day?

Does it change?

Or does the way we look at it?

This is the route we travel each day,

But we look at it with,

A different view each day,

Sometimes with rosy glasses,

Sometimes with Grey,

At times even with Black.

Each one on the road,

Has a story to tell each day,

Even we have a different story

Each day.

But,

Does the route complain?

Does the road complain?

It accepts our mood as it.

Be it like a rotten tomato,

Or like a sweet pudding,

Be it like a sour lemon,

Or a bitter gourd.

But we as the mighty humans,

Can't accept what we get,

Can't accept how others are,

Without making a comment,

Or a nasty noise.

We have a lot to learn still,

From the road that we travel every day