The Road

I know not this road Which looks glorious and gorgeous today, It is indeed alien to me, Though once it was my heart And I used to play here with childish spirit and liveliness, The loving dust of my friend is still clear and vivid in my memory, That was the loveliest time of my life. But time has been changed, Dear dust is no more in its bosom, Instead of it my beloved road stands here with a lifeless soul, Though fabulously and magnificently dressed to match with the civilised world. I feel its pain and I believe it too perceives my grief, As I lie on my beloved friend with deep emotion, I listen to its agonising cry, Telling me to rescue it from the despairing and frustrating world.