Way

I remember those passers in my way
Who never went again like a cunning way
I know, each span of life
It finishes with each death of life

Centuries passed over by me
Without giving any notice
But I am still that black dammar
With that old concrete which forms a way

I am an object which is suppressed 
By this whole human kind
To find their designated way
I am here from many years
But my age can only be known
From that government register
Where it is still pending in its way
So I call myself a centuries’ way

Variety of people passes by me
Variety of vehicle passes by me
What I sensed is
Without me they can be hopeless
So I feel proud that I am their way

Old men’s with their walking sticks knock me
To ask, where is my end?
Drunken people squirt on me 
It shows my class for them
But joggers with their smooth boot
Run over by me where I feel
With each foot steps
Like a pampering soul of mind
And greets me for my good work 
For this human kind

But nobody things about me 
Nobody cares about me
As everyone need is their way
I am not a human being 
But I also have some wounds 
It follows me with each century of life

My wounds are my pain 
Filled with pits holes and gutters 
My wounds are my struggle
For the sake of human life
With each pass of tires 
I sense with my heart
I can’t cry I can’t show my pain
But it hurts me a lot
I have to suffer I will suffer
After all I am their way

My wounds cheat me sometimes
Unfortunately or fortunately 
I pass my pain to the man kinds 
In the way of terrible accidents
But this is not in my hand 
As he described and I obeyed
With huge strength, in my own way 
I tell to them it’s not my fault
But they only know to blame me
By saying this, this way is not a Wright way
What I did?
Is showing a way is not a good suggestion?
But to whom should I ask?
To that government which is sleeping?
To those people who only knows 
How to use me?
To the vehicles which pass by me?
As I don’t know what is my need 
I only know is 
What the people need
Forgive me people
For my pains which is filled in my ways
As I am a part of nature
Who only knows the darkness 
Of that dark end
So people call me a way……….

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KENNITH ANDERSON
HARI DAS
SULTAN SHAJAHAN