Standing by the Cross Road
Thinking on which to tread,
And choosing at last
That was quite easy to take.
Yet, never cared of the path
Of which I just walked by.
Was it a thron that pricked
To remind me of my wrong track
A pabble standing by my way
Trying to stop me and say,
Or a sign board directing me
Son, this is not your way,
Did I heed the bird's voice
Reminding me of the dangers ahead.
I thought, I was a big short
Could play a perfect game,
I pulled out the thron
Threw it far away,
Gave a kick to the little pabble
Told it to be out of my way;
Threw a stone at the little bird
Still, the act of a child I had,
Scrapped the sign board
The words written faded away.
I the soal hero of my life
Filled withbeauty and pride,
Thought the nature itself was foolish
To intrrupt one's way;
I walked by my head kept high
Counting the stars of the sky;
Never cared to look down
On the path which I walked by.
Ah! Trapped at last in the pit
That lay just middle of the path,
I was taken by surprise
By the deception of the path;
For mistakes I had made many
Which left me desolate-in agony.
God, give me a chance, i pray:
Never again at cross road
Will I stand and make wrong choise,
For cross roads can be dangerous
Where it leads where? No one knows.
By: - Khirod Dalpati
Khirod Dalpati
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