Friday, 24 July, 2020

The Road Not Taken

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Robert Frost


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 back.


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 made all the difference.


Love,


Dhruv.