The road I have chosen

Blurred by the stroke of sunshine
Blinded I am to the path ahead,
But I still go on , without blinking
On the road that I have chosen;

Ups and down all along
Making it difficult to ride upon,
All the edges and all the bumps
Waking me up to every thump;

Every mile I pass by
One memory of pain shattered,
Every valley I cross by
One door of bliss opened;

Once it was the road not taken
Now it is the road I have chosen;

Of obstacles and adventures
Of memories and experiences;

The more I travel, the less I judge life..
And so I stay on the road,
It, as my sanctum sanctorum

— Raavan