Beginnings and ends
There are so many choices one has to make in life but sometimes these lead to inner turmoil because they start questioning your deepest beliefs and you must deal with them all alone.
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.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
by 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 traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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25 Comments:
At Friday, 24 March, 2006, Unknown said…
Good one Shruti!
At Sunday, 26 March, 2006, shruti said…
@samcam- thanks .U have an interesting blog .
@keerti - yes let the poem guide u dear
At Monday, 27 March, 2006, Anonymous said…
its a beautiful poem. i dont reach much. but this is one of the few that remains with me.
At Tuesday, 28 March, 2006, Mind Curry said…
frost, especially that poem, is one my favorites..i read that poem as a kid and i remember since then it really made a difference in my life.
At Tuesday, 28 March, 2006, Tricksand said…
kewl dude we think alike check out mine....i've a different version of this wid me..neway nice 2 c this in another blog
At Tuesday, 28 March, 2006, shruti said…
@mind curry - this peom gives me solace ..I take all kind of weird decisions in my life with no accounting he he
@dhyanam - great people inspire generations with what they leave behind .
At Tuesday, 28 March, 2006, Padakkam said…
nice poem.... here is my fav.. which i have stuck in my room back home... i am not a poetry fan.. but i keep remembering these lines when i am in deep shit :)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
At Wednesday, 29 March, 2006, shruti said…
@binu - yes dear a lovely poem .. have read tht many times be4 ..am sure the poem seems to have guided u well ...:-)
At Thursday, 30 March, 2006, AK said…
SHRUTIEEE!
An oldie poem... tells a bit more about you...
hey tag my blog too it is abhicomet.blogspot.com
Anything you want me to write for it?
I have allready tagged yours.
At Monday, 03 April, 2006, shruti said…
Hi comet dear ..nice to read comments from classmates especially thinkers .. and u brought back so many memories of goa..especially the day we saw black ..even madan sir was dere at the hall and i remembr we came back and i sat at ferry point till3 o clock discussing abt life ing eneral and then joined ranan and renuka in their discussion on the best scene in black ,,so many thoughts and perspectives ..so much to learn ..miss goa and GIM days ... keep writing .. btw wht do u mean by tagged and when and wher have u tagged me ????
At Monday, 03 April, 2006, Geo said…
Roads and woods are lovely….
Miles to go…
Where to? Dunnoo?
Don’t even know if Ive hit the right road…
“Life is an open road to me…”
At Tuesday, 04 April, 2006, itispals said…
Hi Shruti,
Your poem is really good.
so is Binu's Poem too.
Honestly this is the first time i am coming across these poems. Truly Inspirational
At Tuesday, 04 April, 2006, shruti said…
@geo - yes ..its an open road ..and go where the heart leads u to and the sunny skys guide u ..with teh wind in ur hair and a skip in ur stride ..
At Thursday, 06 April, 2006, Melissa said…
love the poem!
At Saturday, 08 April, 2006, radiantbear said…
hi,
How can I forget this poem, Which brings back memroies of me standing in front of a crowd in 4th grade and winning a prize for best recital...
How can I forget how mom taught me this poem, not only to memorize these words, but to instill upon me its meaning.
Cheers,
NY?
At Saturday, 08 April, 2006, shruti said…
yes.. nothing is more uplifting than to understand the soul of the poem .. a peom well recited and explained doubles the joy
At Wednesday, 12 April, 2006, Ram said…
Classic lines Shruti...poetry is the window through which one can glimpse the soul...thanks for bringing these back into my memory.
Ram
At Thursday, 13 April, 2006, quills said…
Love this poem..You know even though I did not comment yet, I used to visit quite often and read it over and over again. :)
How are your riding lessons coming along?
At Friday, 14 April, 2006, shruti said…
@quills - thanks dear .. i read ur blog a lot too..very nice the piano thing .. everything i read so far..riding lessons are coming along really good... i was writing a post tht day but go disturbed by work he he .. have started swimming in the evenings so really busy otherwise would have posted by now .. will update soon
At Friday, 14 April, 2006, itispals said…
Wishes for a happy new year for all the people here :)
At Sunday, 16 April, 2006, Gotta Be Max said…
Hey!
Thanks for stoppin by!
Appreciate the words.
At Monday, 17 April, 2006, quills said…
Shruti dear, you have two tags pending now...I just tagged you too. :)
At Tuesday, 18 April, 2006, Cosmic Voices said…
i remember first hearing only the last stanza... it filled me with pride in whatever i was doing... but when i learnt the irony in it...... it became even more appealing...
anyways, thanks for reminding me this poem
At Thursday, 20 April, 2006, Kusum Rohra said…
Lovely poem :)
At Thursday, 20 April, 2006, quills said…
MIA? Or enjoying riding lessons. :)
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