The Road not Taken?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, 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 traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Thus spake Robert Frost.
I don’t know why I felt like sharing this with people.maybe a better way would be to put it on facebook.but then i wouldn’t be able to come back to it again and again.and putting it in a note and not tagging anyone (which is what i would have done) is not much use.this is better,i feel.
haven’t blogged in months.came up with a list of things to blog about.haven’t.might.will do so soon i feel.
about death,about a life of regrets,about looking back,about what’s important,about purpose…
aaaah..the next blog post will begin with Ooncha by Noori.
abhi to andhera hai.