Once again I did stare at the road
Stretching straight to infinity,
Lifeless as one secluded graveyard,
Staring back with a plausible pity.
Nights after days had passed afore
I’d ignored the numerous right turns
Every time they appeared forth
A recurring episode of eroding runs.
The huge canvases on either side
Perfectly attained a panoramic collage.
Anything that appeared alive
Divulged to be merely a mirage.
The only sound that I ever heard
Was the sporadic breeze
Caressing the enduring landscape,
Inherently whispering with ease.
Dangling in between the parallel edges,
I wished to break the tedious terrain,
To outcry the persisting resistance
The moment emerges the right lane.
Once again I did stare at the road
But with one sturdy sentence unread
Until amidst dawned the words,
‘Left turn ahead’...
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