An old bull strolls across <br />a childless old man <br />walks slowly <br />amidst the mango leaves <br />a mongrel peeps at them <br />leaves flutter as sunshine touches <br />but the road bears all pain. <br /> <br />The dust throbs with <br />the echo of the vesper call <br />the temple bell <br />contaminates a narrow religion <br />folding hands staple us together <br />but a shadow breaks us apart.<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-53/
