Walking alone…

 

“Walk on the side walk!”, – my mother had said

“The road is fast and rough”,

“There are stangers on the road” she said

“Keeping alive there is tough”

 

“And you’re but a little child”

“And as gullible as one can be”

“You wont survive there for a day” she said

“And then dont come running to me…”

 

So as a dutiful child I walked,

On the side all this while.

Seeing the cars speeding by I thought,

That their life was dangerous, futile.

 

The world was running and I creeped,

Holding my mothers hand.

Time was ticking and it seeped,

As slippery as sand.

 

I judged the road, and discarded it,

Before even trying to see,

What made my mother say,

That the road was not for me.

 

And years passed and I grew lonely

I grew older, and was called a coward.

I was still where I was when I was little

While the world had moved forward.

 

And in this race , they out ran me.

Fool and naive I was, both in one.

after wasting a lifetime I realised,

that strangers were better than walking alone.