They had met others as Xs - all quick smacks!
But this meeting lasted; it had started as a Y --
They merged, shoulder to shoulder - life high.
One carried traffic at jostling speeds,
Buses, trucks, cars - all possible breeds.
Tempers ran high, the tarmac ran hot:
Loud horns and bells, alarming slingshots!
The other was slender, meandering in curves.
It was gentle and calm with dreamy reserves.
Beauty laced its very form, greenery divine:
Wondrous during rains, blissful in sunshine.
The first was stocky, black coal with lanes -
Speeding, cutting, blocking - fervent disdain.
The other -- stayed relaxed in fleeting tugs;
It cooled the first down with an inviting hug.
They now shared flanks, joining as one.
The 'Y' came alive. The first cooled off some.
The busy street got a change in view -
Trees lined up, a calming wind blew.
But alas!
The fast lane shifted onto the slender road--
Blasting engines, blaring horns, jumped aboard.
The clamour grew wild- the stocky road feared
For the other; the traffic it frantically steered.
Sharing the load proved the ultimate charm.
Calm flowed unhindered, no more alarms.
Serenity set in, a scenic world dawned.
So relaxed was he, the stocky one yawned.
Two roads met at a junction never to part.
They tell the story of two beating hearts.
The road less traveled or the bustling highway--
On a shared purpose -- Mission faraway.
