She lies a serpentine ebon asphalted realms peeping

From among the canopy of foliage and between blades of grass

Silent and complacent in eternal unending slumber of tranquility

It lies like a forgotten or insignificant nobody

Its bosom is covered with reticulate veil of shadow and light

Created by the aureate sunbeams filtered through leafy boughs

Shadows dance on the dark surface, metamorphosing at whim

Dewdrops from moist lips of the wind condense on granite face

Shed blossoms in spring kiss it with fragrant reverence

And leaves of varance with jaundiced skin flutter over its pebbles

Heat rises from its bosom in the days of sweaty summer

After days of burning in the blaze of the glaring sun

And in winter the sublime quilt of snow covers its shivers

Marking the footsteps of the treading mortals

Endlessly and carelessly tramled day and night

By unending footfalls and tyres of uncaring vehicles

It shreiks of mute pain unheard, unheaded

It lies drenched in rain with riddlind puddles

Hidding its own moisture of saline grief

Mirages of deception play hide and seek

On the raven hued surface of glistening asphlt

It runs round the globe without moving

With no feet to carry it anywhere

Ironically it takes you everywhere

But never leaves by cutting shackles of milestones…