The twists and turns Of the country roads Beckon the traveller
The wanderer in countless souls
A left turn here Or a right one there For every turn
Brings a new light
The swaying trees And the wide highways Can not help watching the world
Go past by
The narrow hilly road Or the rickety mountainous ones Or those with the ocean on one side
And villages on the other
The waltzing peacocks In the midst of mustard fields And the exuberant sunflowers
Proudly showing their petals
A surprise shower And the tip-tap of the drops Wept by the screen wipers Or enjoying their stay
On your helmets
The fluttering prayer flags In multiple shades On the Buddhist pagodas
And on the thunderous enfields
A roadside tea To warm your insides Or the spicy peanuts
For your rumbling bellies
The petrol pumps To power your beasts And the stalls selling
The helmets from Studd
And on these roads My long hair flows While I pose
With my Ray Bans on
For the road is my second home
And the road trips my life journey.