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