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Thank you, Mr Robert Frost
For ‘The road not taken’
That showed me the route
But a road many travelled taken
Sounding vehicles of noisy, dusty smokiness
A space of all trees felled
And there the lurching, ditching pits
Venturous like your route of ‘yellow wood’
True many times trodden on black
This body mine painful to carry
Through the agony of a road black
Still follow you sir, challenging as you say
Along a road of hurdles my life
Everyday waddles towards a temple resort
And I mind not my strife
Thank you, Mr Robert Frost
(Referred to Mr Robert Frost’s poem
‘The road not taken’. Robert Frost - American poet
19th century. The poem:)
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.)
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