You don’t speak on the road..

You don’t speak on the road..
But the lonely roads have 
A sound of silence….
They whisper in my ear..
From some distance…

But I do wonder…
Without the signs 
Is it easy to tread the path?
I am at leisure and
As patient as time…
Yet, I look at my friends and think,
Will it be easy to build,
With all the dust and grime?

But then it strikes,
And I realize and smile,
New roads are built daily
And they do bridge the miles…
The grey hue is not so blurred,
Light bathes the black
And the day gets charred…..

So, with hope and some
Silent faith,
The architects stand…
And they all know
That its worth the wait……….