Walking was I alone
Drenched were the roads
Washed were the trees
Fresh was the air

Endless seemed the road
The turns blind
And the humps many
Stopped I many a times
To find am I right
There I see
Many a roads
Alas! cross road
No not again
Solved isn’t as yet
One mystery and other has begun
How will I cope
was my thought
but then when
was I supposed to resolve
realised I
I am in a web
And there is no way out
Happy am I
With all those
Crossroads
Which has become the kith and kin
a inseparable one