An interpretation of Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.
Yesterday, On a fair summer morning,
Yellow leaves along the path, adorning,
Faced was I with a dilemma unrare,
Which path was I to chose, to dare,
From the twinned roads along the trees, intertwined,
Almost identical were they, in sense of time and lustre,
Left me, a weary lone traveller, to wonder,
For one lay untrodden and the other bent in the undergrowth,
I left the first for another day, but enjoined was I by oath,
Never to return – Never again to walk by these paths lined,
And even then I knew, where the first would take me,
The second, however, deserved a thought just maybe,
Knew then I did, behind could I not travel,
But it had called me; marked in my destiny was the intrepid unravel,
I knew then from that resolution, I could never turn away,
That day I chose to make a difference,
And knew then I would – tell this tale ages and ages hence,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
Chose to take the road less travelled by,
And thanked have I the fates, for that decision every day.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 