Cross Roads Poem by Khirod Dalpati

Standing by the Cross Road
Thinking on which to tread,
And choosing at last
That was quite easy to take.
Yet, never cared of the path
Of which I just walked by.

Was it a thron that pricked
To remind me of my wrong track
A pabble standing by my way
Trying to stop me and say,
Or a sign board directing me
Son, this is not your way,
Did I heed the bird's voice
Reminding me of the dangers ahead.

I thought, I was a big short
Could play a perfect game,
I pulled out the thron
Threw it far away,
Gave a kick to the little pabble
Told it to be out of my way;
Threw a stone at the little bird
Still, the act of a child I had,
Scrapped the sign board
The words written faded away.

I the soal hero of my life
Filled withbeauty and pride,
Thought the nature itself was foolish
To intrrupt one's way;
I walked by my head kept high
Counting the stars of the sky;
Never cared to look down
On the path which I walked by.

Ah! Trapped at last in the pit
That lay just middle of the path,
I was taken by surprise
By the deception of the path;
For mistakes I had made many
Which left me desolate-in agony.

God, give me a chance, i pray:
Never again at cross road
Will I stand and make wrong choise,
For cross roads can be dangerous
Where it leads where? No one knows.


By: - Khirod Dalpati