THE MAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

Every week days i stand beside road,

And look left to right to rode.

I'll be freezed in the middle,

But someone give me warm by whistle.

A hand will rise with hope,

By clearing my obstacles to stop.

He himself burn in scorching sun,

To cross the drops of future soon.

I don't know what he get by this sacrifice,

All about pain and a days rice.

  

             In every life,

A man is there in the middle,

Of the road to give us our desire.

   

       BY   SANOOP SS.