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Two Roads Diverged In The Wood
An Ode To Robert Frost
She stood there, at the conjunction of the two roads,
two brick-red roads, diverging into the deep, dark forest,
the song of crickets, chance fireflies meandering over her head,
and she instantly remembered, remembered Robert Frost, his poem,
“The Road Not Taken”, and the memories of that book in school,
where she had first read it, it stayed for long, and now here she was,
in front of a similar situation, here in the midst of cacophonies,
of a multitude of insects, singing their evening song.
One road, like his poem, slightly grassier, slightly less traveled,
whilst the other, had steps, signs of movement, to and fro,
she stood there thinking, for a while, about the road with lesser footprints,
is it lonely, devoid of the varied emotions of a traveler, walking over it,
hoping wishing, to hear that sound of a boot scratching its surface,
leaving behind some footprints to cherish?
