High Way

Death at the other
This side is life,
Median, the High Way
Rat race of unceasing survive.

A Flush Green
From side to side
Flowed along the bumpy wounds,
Chalky the Horizon
The gloomy Miles,
Ever so often the sky smiles.

There are roads and avenues
Round the globe
Around the sea,
Buried at the crossroads
Tales of countrymen those defy.
Each step the comrade put forward
Essay to hop the High Way at a glance;
The antique laughs at these naives
Shed tears at hindsight,
Where will be an end to this journey?
Vanishing away
On and over the High Way.

Blithe at times,
At times sulky
Unheard music of the sides;
High way, the bridge between Death and Life
Still how apart they confront the time.

Distant sun brings the mirage upfront,
Slushy avenues at rainy sundown;
The dozy traveler, forlorn the soul,
Miles away the gloomy Horizon.

This side is life
Death at the other,
Median, the High Way.
Aiming antique quiver in the middle,
Sparkling the mystic way.