Walking down the lonely road there was a feeling of melancholy
There wasn’t anyone who could listen to my words
And no one either to share his words with me
This feeling of loneliness persisted till I heard a voice that came from within me
It said, ‘my dear let’s hear each others’ words’
You share yours with me and let me tell my stories to you
And if we do not listen to each other
The road would hear our words for sure….
For the road would always be with us ‘anywhere and everywhere’.