they travel on the road chosen
All sprint, some walk and few o’ them crawl,
traverse through them unknown terrains
flat and bulged, smooth and jagged,
myriads pass unnoticed, some get flagged.
they sail through the road chosen
Some skim in peace, some glide to brawl,
moving forward under the sun, under the rain,
A handful reach the shore, few of them return
Some lose themselves and drown, while others stay and bear the pain.
They all come,
they all tread, then they all leave
In the midst they lose or find their way
Transient souls all, walk, run and crawl,
Either lose their faith or begin to believe
But its the road they tread, does forever stay.