The National Highway.

Layers of cement, concrete and gravels,
And top it with layers of tar.
Best suited for long journeys and travels,
For busses, trucks and cars.

Reaching out to distant places,
They are country's blood carrying veins.
Everyday laden with new faces,
And let's the regulars earn their gains.

So many villages, still underdeveloped,
Connected only through these asphalt strips.
It travels mostly alone, with just bushes and herbs,
And a few motels to rest on long trips.

For some its just another road, a route,
So as to reach their set destination,
For others its their daily livelihood.
In any case,
It contributes a lot to the nation.

P.S.: Never drink and drive,
or drive while on phone.
do not race or overspeed,
just one mistake will render your family alone.

On this road to somewhere.

Destiny is bleak, my eyes weak,
the road is blurred, I ain't aware,
I walk alone with no one to speak,
On this road to somewhere.

No sign board, just plain road,
No vehicle on this road to share,
No one to reply to my Morse code,
On this road to somewhere.

I keep wandering, keep pondering,
Thinking and searching what is this dare.
trying to block myself from blundering,
On this road to somewhere.