The Poor Road
Road takes us to different places,
But we do not praise it.
Why? Why the people are so cruel?
I am the person who help to join
The two different places to meet them.
Some humans walk happily,
While some cruelly.
When the children are getting late
They be angry to me!
Am I so cruel Lord!
If YES, then why you made me so?
If NO, then why the people do not praise me?
I am happy when the small children
Come to me with all the happiness they have
With all the good praise of their parents
And walk on me with their soft foots
That's the time when I feel bad of me
Because I am so hard that they are hurt by me.
So please make the people understand
My grief and praise me for my work.
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
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