The Road That Did Not Exist

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Oh! poor Robert only one he could
He took the one less preferred
Down that beat inevitably he suffered

Pricks and pains it’d all be about                                                                                                                            Of this fact he had not a doubt                                                                                                                         Never lost hope never lost confidence                                                                                                                         And that made all the difference 

With his destiny he had a tryst
Penned his life, the great sonnetist
Of his poem and his life this was the gist
But there was another! The one that did not exist!

For ages and ages before Robert did pass                                                                                                                 A deep and dark jungle it was                                                                                                                                   A traveller stood there that day                                                                                                                           With his bare hands carved a way

And lost in wilderness here I stand
With my dreams the only tools in hand
I shape my way that one day would
Be the third road in the yellow wood

Akshay Ranade