My un- ending Travel


I connect- yet, I am stationery.
I reach people out to their destination.
I sit still, watching the passersby..
Collecting all the dirt that their footprints leave behind!

Silently I provide a ground-
For everyone to walk upon.
Giving them the required directions,
Guiding their way back to their homes.

What an Irony that I never reach
Any place that would halt me..!
I don’t move; yet I have traveled,
With time, people n for centuries..


How a road connects and travels and never reach anywhere.. That’s how I have been so far..

Still travelling..

My In- Mind Whirls Writes

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