Station Road

‘By far, it stays.’

The road was scary when he saw the shadows dancing at 6 in the evening,
Little face, sweaty palms drove the kid to run away soon.
‘They come for you, when you cry’ , maniacs spoke;
For all they want is to create their own parody of souls.
Striking through the lanes, the fear laughed more than it ever existed,
It is different and difficult for him to know what was the point of it all!
A bit of fear working, the heavy breath and trembling toes,
‘The station road was haunted’, the kid pointed to his mother;
She turned right and sat down with her usual comforting smile,
She said , ‘The branches scare you to teach you the unknown.’
Fierce as it seems, dull as you prefer,
The same old lane of thoughts and routined train horns,
Do suit you up for the future unknown.
The station road is the beautiful dark fate of yours,
Nothing but scary , usual to be the light of a new dawn.
Road by the old station was just the spark of a new journey,
Beholding all that is needed to board a new train;
To a new station with endless fear.
To connect, to face, to a new station road!

©Trayee