As I see the roads behind

that has led the way

Crisscrossed in a pattern

Branched like a tree

Figured by the rays of the moon

Flowing in circles

Hallowed by the presence divine

And the tears that have gathered

And lost in the sea of lies

Like the falling stars

Stroking the walls

Strengthened by time

As the voices pry

Over the silent meadow

Haunting the thoughts of all

Lost in the images of their mind

– © Nachiketa Sanyal