Breathing freedom with peace,
Gaining stardom with ease,
Walking beneath banyan trees,
Tuning the humming breeze,
Ceasing not to share a piece,
We all lived, but one life that never did freeze.
After striding on a single road,
Often acclaimed as joy’s abode,
Now we all halt for a sword
To slice our road,
Making a displacement node.
The trunk of the road is branched,
Branched, branched and branched
Opening new vistas but paralyzing our legs.
Was our journey all the more joyful
Only to reach such a lap, sadly soulful?
Our life with the world, here, begins
Where a world with life is in ruins.

At times the road travelled is more beautiful
Than the destination reached…