The road called life

Life, a journey, not a destination
World, and its people, the greatest creation,
Life is like a road,
And the people, like vehicles,
All have their own source and destination,
All travelling in the same direction,
The direction called the time axis,
But no one taking it as a race,
Everyone moving at their own pace,
Enjoying with their fellow riders,
Some overtaking,
Some giving side to others,
Is the beautiful part to watch,
All following the same set of rules,
Ones breaking , suffering the penalty,
Some patient ones putting a step back, to resolve the traffic,
Some aggressive ones, increasing the traffic,
But finally, everyone reaches their own destination,
Some know the way well enough,
Some taking the help of maps, or asking others,
Some might breakdown in between,
Some might help others,
Some vehicles pick up the passengers,
The same drop the passengers,
Like humans pick up people in their life,
And drop some as well,
Small ones like two wheelers and autos,
like children in humans,
have a privilege to get a way out from anywhere,
being flexible like anything,
and some like trucks and buses,
like adults in humans,
have their fixed way and route,
have their fixed speed,
but they have to be like that , they can't be like small ones,
to maintain the traffic and the rules,
This goes on and on and on,
Everyone stops for some time,
Refuel themselves,
Continue again,
But no one stops forever,
This journey goes on forever.
Vehicles come and go,
But the road goes on forever,
People come and people go,
But the world goes on forever...