A path shall be paved....
Routes are enveloped by sheded foliages,
as if the rude touch of autumn,
has rendered them pale and lifeless.
reflecting transience of life at prespise of death.
and I feel an excruciating agony that imbibes through this stillness.
A part of me, reeks in a stale corner
awaiting the wraith of a ruthless winter.
When the coldness will creep in,
and the corner 'll witness a frozen dead.
and another part knows this season will fade, to render spring blossoms.
That disheartened corner shall dismantle,
From mirthless nights to bright sunrays, a path shall be paved.