Which side of the road do you walk?
There is a parallel line.
You look at the road
And it gives you a stare right back.
The road to home
has always looked the same.
It offered me a chance
to go out and see another roads
in the country.
Where do you go but family?
What do you ask them but love?
I ran out of time.
Traveling on these roads
I became another one of those
Who never come back home
because there is
no one such place
as ‘Home’.
And I never came back because
I have seen that road too well.
A pen and paper transforms Rajan Dhir into a better thinking individual. He is a freelance writer with varied interests in copy writing, independent movie projects and theater.
Nice poem. Sometimes too much familiarity breeds disappointment..