The M25 orbital

- Mandeep Kundi

Athought gave birth to a poem while traveling from Southall on the New Bharat Coaches…

 

If the M25 motorway was ‘churasi lakh june’, the constant cycle of birth and death,
Those around me in flash cars may be those who praise God, but not with each breath.
Those who choose to sit in his coach, united they drive, divided they have a puncture,
And if that puncture is fixed with care, the travelers aboard will go on as a bunch.

Looking about with their divine sight, they follow signs for the M1,
Uniting London, Luton, Befdord, Leicester, Birmingham, Bradford … all to this one.
On our travels we keep changing drivers, and are diverted to exits a new,
Although there are many paths to heaven, taking ‘A’ roads lead us astray too.

The message on Sunrise radio from God, is to not take short cuts and follow one path,
But the torment of sitting through slow traffic unsettles our mind as we wonder off.
Wrong exits stem from the M25, But we’ve been shown one that is so wide,
That it lets us move forward together, with no reason or barrier to divide.
Look at the picture as made by the painter, pray that we find the M1 and stay glued,

To this road that leads to salvation, or again we’ll find ourselves lost - and unclued.