I took the road the less taken one,
Like poet Robert frost had done,
When excitement and curiousity increase,
Fear and worries decrease.
Less taken road didn't showed me where it leads,
But I handled the thorny bushes and long long weeds,
I made ma way and still walking on that road,
Taking untaken road gave me burden of load.
Stung by bees result in swollen hands,
Stinky smell and muddied pants,
Cut on my face by thrashing thorn,
Listen!!... Wats dat?? A lion's roar?...
Untaken road frightened me so much,
Even the wild flower closed when I touched,
I knew it...I can never feel like Robert frost,
That is how I took less taken road n got lost...
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
I took the road the less taken one,
Like poet Robert frost had done,
When excitement and curiousity increase,
Fear and worries decrease.
Less taken road didn't showed me where it leads,
But I handled the thorny bushes and long long weeds,
I made ma way and still walking on that road,
Taking untaken road gave me burden of load.
Stung by bees result in swollen hands,
Stinky smell and muddied pants,
Cut on my face by thrashing thorn,
Listen!!... Wats dat?? A lion's roar?...
Untaken road frightened me so much,
Even the wild flower closed when I touched,
I knew it...I can never feel like Robert frost,
That is how I took less taken road n got lost...
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