Poetry

THE ROAD TO THE EAST

With a heart full of gladness I packed my bags, Quizzically gathering the rest of my stuff I zoomed for the park, Tossing my bag to the half filled boot of the vehicle, I cheerfully took my seat, Ready for the long awaited journey.

A little drive down the streets and I was having a re-think the uneven curvatures of the road, The unenvisioned pot holes and road cracks, The uncountable blockages on the road, The endless checkpoints.

My emotions turned sour, the long anticipated thrill unreachable, The expected joy unexplored, The unending staggering of the vehicle provoking.

A glance at the rest of the passengers was all it took, The feeling was mutual. Previously smiling faces filled with sadness and spite, Discomfort and sighs hitting the ears every now and then, The fate of the East!