Deceptions.

From this road to that road,
the one opposite to where I stand, today
from that footpath to that corner,
I learned walking,
That ditch you see right next to the corner,
is where I fall off the first time at the first step I took,
From this road to that road,
I have travelled this far,
to where I stand today.

That shade you see,
where when it rains it rhymes in the dark surroundings,
that bench under it,
is where the old man I saw,
he was feeble, tired and hungry,
his son died of cancer,
money was the only thing he kept asking for,
I was so busy hearing the rain,
writing my own deceptions in its rythm,
I ignored the sound of his pleads,
that shade you see,
where when it rains.

That cotton candy man,
right next to that pathway,
was once giving them for free,
I stood there for I had money,
but, he was crowded,
faces I could see all were dark and hands they raised to grab were thin and bony,
but eyes they beheld, glittered,
in happiness to surprise,
for a new happening to cross their way,
I stood there with my same blank eyes,
to that cotton candy man,
right next to that pathway.

From that road to this road,
where I stand, today,
in all my voyage I cried, I wept.
I kept re-counting all that I have lost,
All that's never going to come back,
from rain to blazing sunlights,
I kept looking back.
But, those around me,
a woman with a child in her arms,
a man with a leg broken,
a blind father,
they, anyhow, well, kept striving to run off from what they lost.
Lost through fate,
hopes dangled around their heads all day long.

From that road to this road,
I have walked,
where the world of ultimate pain and loss around me has been ambling.

For a moment,
but, I thought,
maybe the pain I have is merely a deception to that of I have around me.
Around me, beside me and besides me.
From that road to this road,
WHERE I stand, today!

For in pain in misery, I have found the hope for happiness to come cross my way.