A Beautiful Life
Why are roads made for,
To get one day diverged.
Sorry I could not travel both,
As a man can do only one job.

And I will be a traveller, as long as I stand,
And will look down as far as I can.
As one day the roads diverged by,
I’ll take the one less travelled by.

As I am a traveller,
Looking for land.
Not going to,
Where man has already a plan.

Nothing can stop me,
Nothing can harm.
But if you leave my hand,
I am surly going to fall.

You are with me,
Nothing is so hard.
But you too need to rely on me,
As we both will be on a way,
Never discovered by a man.

Seeing here and there,
Walking like snails,
We’ll have a beautiful life……