The Road Less Trodded Upon

The Road Less Trodded Upon short poem

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Travelling through these barren lands,
Thoughts unprecedented flickered in my mind.
And here I was standing near the diversion,
Wondering which road do I travel by?
Lying in front of me were two distant roads,
One grassy and frequently travelled by,
The other was barren and less trodden upon.
Bewildered, I was pondering there,
I failed to choose upon and relied on fate,
I flipped a coin and awestruck I was on my fate,
My destiny was the barren land ahead.
I steeped ahead with fate on my side on the desolate gloomy road chosen for me,
Progressing I was mesmerized by the charm and peace that prevailed there in the road.
The creaking twigs beneath my shoes kept desolation far behind.
Step by step as I went deeper and deeper,
The more tantalized I was from the serenity so divine.
Finally I reached the end of the road,
As I left, I looked back and silently smiled at my fate for choosing the road less traveled by.

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I am an Engineering Graduate immersed in the love of literature. Words bring colour to my emotions and help me describe the inner me. Writing is the inseparable part of me.
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