The Road....

Just don't say me simply The Road,

Throughout the day and night, I have been tortured,

With the speed of vehicles I used to shiver,

Sometimes with lots of foot pressure,

All used to use me, but never bothered,

I am the witness of all hazard,

Be it their gossip or secret talk in my corner,

Even get amused seeing running love bird,

Their romance I could see, but not whisper,

Seen getting them disturbed,

sometimes by drunkards sometimes by cop's word,

And to escape from the rain shower,

They ran hand in hand to that tea stall shed,

Sipping a cup of tea head on head,

When they looked at my surface, which is so hard,

I used to say with unspoken words, my heart is not that bad,

If they could see, I would have shown,

Just don't say me simply The Road......

In the darkness of night seen some faces, which were covered,

Doing unlawful work and they were dared,

Sometimes the dreaded sound from their gun I heard,

Some escaped and some were injured,

Seeing this the night and I both used to be disturbed,

When saw the blood, it pained me but had no words,

But I used to keep that waiting for the cops and their squad,

Don't ever think of me as a coward,

Just don't say me simply "THE ROAD".