“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”
Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you ever wonder
what lay beyond the path
you did not take?
Even though you say,
“I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Did the road arch upward,
an unfamiliar melody on the wind?
Or did it tumble into brambles,
a half-forgotten warning?
Even now I see your boots----
Mud-caked, maple-tinged-----
pausing at the edge.
Here’s my advice, if you allow it:
Don’t linger too long
in the pondering.
Step once more
into the thicket, the gravel,
the unknown blaze of paths.
And when your pen hesitates,
push it further
to sketch the forest where both trails end-----
or perhaps where they entwine,
branches brushing like old friends.
Some questions don’t need answers,
but oh, how they crave
a different kind of wandering.
Regarding Robert Frost’s famous poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’.
Lord, which road should I take?
They look equally appealing. I have a hard
choice to make.
From where I stand,
both ways appear to be unmarred
and grand!
I cry,
“With doubt, I’ve sparred!”
Sigh!
Lord, which road should I take?
Both ways appear to be unmarred.
Sigh!
Memories will always lasts forever
As we'll all be together and forever
To invent our own life's meaning easy
But it's still allowed and we'll be happy
While the futile keep espying at us
As they loathe and blabbed about our oneness
And the garrulous prolonged to be taciturn
We equitably annulled their vision
We're united for an authentic purpose
And never be diverged sans purpose
I hope and wish this company to last forever
And we'll be the last ones standing ever
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I took the one, often travelled by,
I went ahead to find a happy place and a stable life,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and here I am to tell you
what happened when I took the road often travelled by,
I stumbled upon the problems common man faces,
I met people with many a different faces and had to still believe in goodness,
I met people with broken hearts who told me how they believed life was still beautiful,
I met people who fell out of love and told me how they never gave up on love,
I met people to whom life wasn't kind, yet they personify kindness,
Ironically, a road that is traveled by often, isn't that bad, as they make it seem;
It isn't rosy and neither will it be, I learnt,
The point is, whatever road you may choose -
You re going to fall and you're going to stumble,
You're going to break down and you're going to cry,
All you need to do is, get back up and get going.
-Preethi .
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I've been single since
Not expecting to have thou
My life goes the way it is
I'm enjoying it much better
I found you as a partner
We had the best of life Together
And became friends of each
We all promise to each other
Not to be apart for any reason
We all get our fun together
You now gone away and
Left me alone with the lonely
Life and a funeral issues
I've started sans thou
And I'll end up sans thou too
I now became animosity
Three paths diverged, he came across
One of diamond, one of gold, one only of grass.
The diamond promised riches and of things that sparkle
But the people were pushing and cursing, it was quite remarkable
The one of gold a similar thing, people pushing and shoving and calling of names.
The one of grass, less appealing, a little bit lame but not nearly as loud, in fact it was quite tame.
He chose the grass above all the rest, to be bothered with petulance would put him no wiser than the rest.
He followed the path for many miles, enjoying the journey. He took it all in, he was in no hurry.
He could hear the fighting from the other paths on occasion but it was drowned out by tremendous laughter invasions.
Finally the path came to an opening and the bickering was gone, the laughter grew louder, as he was welcomed home.
You came across three paths and you chose the right one, this is the only one that leads here my son.
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