The road was happy,
it got bumpy,
because the 'mirror' was dirty,
but the Guru wiped the dust,
and then,
it couldn't have been happier.
Besides the party plot,
lay an observatory,
previously unnoticed,
gazing towards the universe,
curiously,
simplicity,
joy, wonder,
all along,
like the poet's.
They never met before,
but were always close by.
The 7-year old dream shattered,
another began,
the weight was lifted,
upstream effort abated.
Lessons learnt,
joy returned,
with the star-gazer,
the road must be enjoyed.
Happiness,
is its building material.
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