This place is full of smoke and dark clouds,
I need to walk away from the noises so loud.
At the road’s end I see the grass so green,
Away from the land of pits and the world so mean.
I see the sun’s face so crimson and bright,
The birds resting on tress from the moon’s flight,
There is a fragrance scattered all over in the sphere,
That is the road’s end I like to be there…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag