The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

I’m not too much into poems. My poetic achievements pretty much peaked with my critically acclaimed versions of "Stop that", back in the day (famous song from this Govinda movie - Largely credited as the uniting anthem of Gujarat in the pre-Devang Patel era).

I’ve only ever posted one other poem in my blog - If by Rudyard Kipling. And I can’t think of too many others that appeal to me as much as this one does.

The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

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 travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.