Standing by the Cross Road <br />Thinking on which to tread, <br />And choosing at last <br />That was quite easy to take. <br />Yet, never cared of the path <br />Of which I just walked by. <br /> <br />Was it a thron that pricked <br />To remind me of my wrong track <br />A pabble standing by my way <br />Trying to stop me and say, <br />Or a sign board directing me <br />Son, this is not your way, <br />Did I heed the bird's voice <br />Reminding me of the dangers ahead. <br /> <br />I thought, I was a big short <br />Could play a perfect game, <br />I pulled out the thron <br />Threw it far away, <br />Gave a kick to the little pabble <br />Told it to be out of my way; <br />Threw a stone at the little bird <br />Still, the act of a child I had, <br />Scrapped the sign board <br />The words written faded away. <br /> <br />I the soal hero of my life <br />Filled withbeauty and pride, <br />Thought the nature itself was foolish <br />To intrrupt one's way; <br />I walked by my head kept high <br />Counting the stars of the sky; <br />Never cared to look down <br />On the path which I walked by. <br /> <br />Ah! Trapped at last in the pit <br />That lay just middle of the path, <br />I was taken by surprise <br />By the deception of the path; <br />For mistakes I had made many <br />Which left me desolate-in agony. <br /> <br />God, give me a chance, i pray: <br />Never again at cross road <br />Will I stand and make wrong choise, <br />For cross roads can be dangerous <br />Where it leads where? No one knows. <br /> <br /> <br />By: - Khirod Dalpati<br /><br />Khirod Dalpati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cross-roads-8/
