Friday, March 23, 2012


Roads are built by kings and czars
Seeking distant lands;
Roads are made by explorers
And shaped by pioneer hands.

The loveliest roads go nowhere
But they please our eyes:
We meander along them
Under perfect blue skies.

I hope one beautiful day
All roads will cease to be:
Let that be the day when you
Have come to visit me.

Diptesh Ghosh

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