Frost had two But I have three roads He reached his destination too Mine will just take me to more endless roads Which road should I choose?
In the end He wanted to reach his home I have aspirations of others to be fulfilled Humanities, Commerce or Science What is it that the heart wants?
Don’t know what to fear more The millions beside me, The blood under my foot Or that pit after every foot Is it all a meaningless test?
I close my eyes Imagining what it would be like to walk on each road After walking on all three, I can conclude two things The ‘ups’ they told us about they lied And funny thing, “they” are the one’s digging the pits
But this caught my eye As I was opening the eyelids I saw something behind a grove Maybe, maybe, a fourth road? It’s a fourth road.
Keeping the eyes closed, I began walking It was tough to go through and it took some convincing But finally I’m on this road I see no crowd, no pit and no blood Is this road even real?
Everything here seems easy and interesting And all of a sudden I am not walking anymore I am sprinting I am sprinting and there’s nothing to stop me And I finally see it
What you ask? I see myself I see myself in a new world A world in which I feel happy and everyone’s happy In which instead of digging they’re building bridges instead of pushing, they’re holding hands I ask out loud, in what world is this possible?
Came the answer Where education is free for all till they want to study Hence no reservations, no fear No competition and everyone’s happy I admired and smiled
I asked my final question ‘What happened to the three roads?’ ‘Destroyed’‘How, why, so many questions?’ ‘A poem’ echoed the air, a quote then answered every question of mine “Words turn into action and action into results”
A push came, my eyes opened and realized That I’m just a 16 year old student Who’s clueless and scared about his future and In a hope that he can go that simpler past When 'what to eat' was the only thing to worry about.