The Road to Righteousness

The road looks rough,

I haven't got a ride either,

The sun is scorching hot,

There's not a tree, nor a river.

Highway robbers roam on the sly,

My shoes are wearing out,

My throat is parched,

Nobody's around that for help I can shout.

I am on my own,

With a knapsack of values,

A bottle of trust and faith,

A box of confidence and hope.

Now and then I come along,

Travelers like me, smiling in the sweat…

A content serenity running through,

Having lived a life of integrity and self-respect.

There is sweetness in the strain,

A burning flame in the rain,

Enjoying the freedom of soul...

I am walking the road to Righteousness...

© Manashi Pathak