Oft it happens we cannot decide,
And by indecision abide.
So did our dear Robert Frost, the bard,
The road not taken, chose, a decision hard,
Amidst the yellow wood where the path bent.
After deep thought spent,
He deemed it to be the better claim,
Though it turned out to be the same
Paths where no feet had trodden,
As if a way forbidden.
And with a sigh of an incident, ages hence,
Memories came flooding thence,
Of taking a road not travelled making all the difference.
The poem brings to our mind our own indecision,
In our daily lives, so very puzzling and so often.
Replete with love for Mother Nature,
Our soul becomes brim-full with love, for sure,
The brilliant yellow wood’s fascinating imagery
Adds more colour to a scene dreamy.