THE ROAD

Beginning with my hand
finding a place among our bags
Past the playground where
cows silently graze
The corner Ganesha
who listens to my prayers,
The roadside stall
where I buy my roses,
The docile calf
lying in the shades,
The baby cradle
swinging from the trees,
The tender coconut stall,
most romantic of places,
The parting tease
by my office doors,
The returning walk
from there to the gates,
The search in the crowd
for the familiar face,
The spurt of joy
when it falls in my gaze,
The sharing of stories
from either of the worlds,
My wanting to pick up
the scurrying puppies,
Your gentle reminders
that they'll miss thier mommies,
A traffic jam,
blessing in disguise,
A punctured tyre,
more moments of joy,
If it rains,
its heaven on earth,
And when I hop down
to open the gates,
My heart always
wishes the same,
That the road had stretched
a little farther,
The wind on my face
a little stronger,
A few more turns
and a few more lanes,
A few more moments
of sharing the ride,
(Pronounced) Man and wife
on this day,
When death really comes
to do us apart,
I want to wish
just the same,
(that) the road had stretched
a few more lanes.