ON THE ROAD TO SUCCESS

I am a traveller

                    on the road to success

Morning turns to night

                     no day goes  without a fight to survive

Yet at the end of the dark tunnel

                     I seek shining bright light

 I travel down the much trodden road

                     come across an old beggar in his dirty robe

I decide I need not

                     Give him a rupee or two

His profession is lies and dramatics

                     He is happier than me each moment the clock ticks

 Soon I witness an accident that just took place

                      A  truck has run over someone as it went berserk

I have no time to stop to know

                      If the bleeding victim survived or is no more

Did he reach the hospital

                      Was his family informed in time?

As I take a turn on the road

                      I run into a wedding procession

Everyone is busy having fun

                      All decked up for the function

They laugh and dance

                      As if in a deep  trance

 Lovers whizz past my car

                       Bodies entwined on their motorbike

Breeze flowing through their hair

                       A silly smile on their lips

Lays  their feelings bare

                       For the world around they do not care

Just  a little further down the road

                      Death stares at me in the face

A departed soul is carried bedecked on a stretcher

                      He is now out of this rat race

As I pass the silent body by I wonder

                      Did he step into Heaven or Hell

  The sultry night turns into

                     Another challenging day

Yet somehow today I feel

                      I have nothing to see nowhere to go.

Why do I think that I am a traveller

                      On the road to success?

~Vinita Sinha Ganesh~