Y says Yes

Two roads met at a point and never looked back.

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.