This poem speaks through the voice of a road—still, silent, and enduring—as it observes humanity rushing past in search of meaning.

While people chase destinations, success, and time itself, the road becomes a witness to their restlessness and inner emptiness.

This poem asks a simple but unsettling question: What does it mean to truly stay and live?

I Am the Road

I am the road—
not made for destinations,
but for the weight of passing lives.

I have watched seasons change,
felt the burn of the sun,
the gentleness of rain.
I remain where I am,
still,
while the world rushes forward.

Every day, countless travelers cross me.
Some familiar, some strangers,
all carrying urgency in their steps.
Everyone is chasing something—
a dream, a future, a promise—
with no time left to breathe.

Stopping feels forbidden.
Living is postponed.
Time is never enough.

I see success in their hands,
and emptiness in their eyes.
So much movement,
yet so little peace.

I have learned this:
it is easy to chase dreams,
but hard to sit with oneself.

If this is life,
then I am at peace.
I want nothing.
I fear nothing.

I am the road—
silent, enduring,
holding every story,
asking only one question:
how does one truly live?

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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