The Word Dropped On a Roadside

today too, i am walking on a way that has no end crossing over the threshold of skepticism though i do not know exactly what i am looking for water flows along the river clouds scatter blown by the wind seasons change their color with passing time because i held a word ‘life’ tightly in my hand i went with time hanging on the swinging pendulum and as time flows the weight of life changed on each occasion the word ‘life’ unknowingly slipped away from my hand now stands on the roadside, dyed red in the evening glow while gazing at; not today, not tomorrow but miserable yesterdays.