The road that goes
but has an end,
has a lot of turns
and too busy.
Sometimes cracked
Sometimes dirty
No one to clean.
Good and bad things happen
But gets cured,
because it is not made
of a single stone.
Many stones are together
to help control pain and sadness.
After sometime the road is removed
and now it is vanished.
It has done his job,
lived its life.
This is the road of life

-K.mohammed Aqhib

© K.Mohammed Aqhib