Strange are the paths of life

The paths that relations follow

Those that our minds step on

So many paths converging

And many more diverging

Oh! The paths of life, they are all so confusing

We all were on a single path

Life appeared to be such a simple task

Then one day I met another one

Running gleefully parallel to me

We never converged to be one

But were happy to know that the other existed

A quiver full of arrows struck my path one day

So cautiously I had walked

Avoiding the unruly hay

The arrows tore the path

Which now stood scattered

Oh! So many irrelevant pathlets

They moved apart

Some travelled far and wide

Some lingered close by

Has the dance of destruction begun?

Ah! The bridges

Small bridges at even paces

Slowly filling in the distances

That situations had created

These bridges will fill

The chasm one day

Tiny bridges

Innumerable bridges

They will connect all the pathlets

Before the dusk of life sets

Bringing a new dawn.