If you are driving a car on
a stretched highway;
Is your journey beautiful than your destination?
You see the vast hills, blue skies, and grazing cows
And you think the journey is beautiful
not the destination.
A passing buck comes under your car,
You pick, bury and move ahead,
With blood in your hands and tears in your eyes, you ask,
Is this journey crucial for that destination?
Heavy downpour and lightning strikes,
You lose the brakes, the fuel is down,
In the middle of the lane, you push your sedan,
Hungry, wet, angry, and tired,
You wearily, loudly – ask yourself,
Is the journey worth that destination?
The cold grips you and your soul too,
There comes a man with his panes all down,
He helps you tow, and from there you go,
Enduring what the journey throws.
The journey feels never-ending so,
You learn to make stops and manage to
keep on the spirits and keeping on,
because you know by now, that it’s true,
the journey is a part of the destination too.