Two roads crost in a point, beside the town <br />And think I much of home, standing alone <br />Little I queer about the sun down <br />But much to see how the roads atone. <br />I come to know how the police toil long <br />To protest all vehicles break through <br />I see, I see the roads go ahead, all among <br />In vain or late I moan although. <br />Much to see the time I glued to watch <br />And every minute I see pin at heart's core <br />It seems, none but moments I unmatch <br />In vain although the gloomy dress I wear. <br />Now I look into the vehicles come by <br />Yet every possible time all they sting <br />No the reason for cry, but a sigh <br />For, Kolkata and Darjeeling mingle here though.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-roads-crost/
