Poetry: The Roads

Going to the market early. Photo: Nguyen Canh Phuc

Roads like lines

Divide the land into vertical and horizontal plots

Road around the village

Encircle the streets

Roads like rivers

Confluence of three-way, four-way... seven-way...

Every river has its own flow.

There is a happy road

Bustling journey of life

Buzzing laughter and voices

There is a sad road

shaky

leaves fall back to their roots

The trees silently leaned over

There is a shimmering road

The window to joy, party, and dance

The music was loud, the lights were bright.

Life is not without joy

There is a sad road

Shoulders worn thin, night calls interrupted

The leaky house is lying down, waiting for the morning

Life is not without sadness

In front of every house there is a road.

Witnessing many people come and go

Someone is not coming back

Some people go to return.

If you don't get lost, you will reach your home town.