my road

my mother was booked a bed in a big hospital but i was very urgent in touching this earth so my mom had to be taken to the nearest hospital down the road. it all started with this, my liking for that road by which i came into this earth.
i learned to walk by holding my fathers finger by that lonely road, i kept on walking all time by the road whenever i had nothing to do. its calmness and a eerieness greeted me to use if frequently.
as i grew up[age 10] me and my friends started using it a playground and still spent much of my time there, by now a it had lost its calmness, lots of life has come into existance in this beautiful road was happy for that but dint know what the future had in store for it.
toady after me becoming 20 i hate the road i was born by, i hate road in which i learned to walk, i hate the road i spent most of my childhood, i hate the road which i once loved dearly not because of the road but because of the people who came here the selfish people the moneyminded people, oh sorry forgot to tell what actually happened. as time passed by this once a calm and cool road was invaded by a number of vultures who were putting up new and new shops of all kind eating up all the sweet space of my dear road. people comming to those shops put up their vahanams[vehicle] on my road, split on my road, litter on my road.
now someone tell me how will i continue to love this once beautiful road, donno who to blame people or me