Crossroads
It was my very first
visit to a metro city.
Once I lost my way,
stood confused a lot.
Somehow got again
and attributed those
crossroads to my life
and got the meaning.
Life is a mere journey,
rushing vehicles, like usurping thoughts one after another;
speed breakers, the controlling chains for my hasty deeds;
roads with twists and turns resemble ups and downs of life;
zebra lines, the marks of measures to overcome obstacles;
Life is not a highway.
Stuck in a traffic jam
resembles such times
of my indecisiveness.
The Signal In-charge
stayed composed and
by clearing, displayed
me how to get out of
When I really stuck at
C R O S S R O A D S.
CROSSROADS Poetry Contest
Shape poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 28-09-2021
Copyright © Patri Venkata Ramana | Year Posted 2021
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