The Road Less Taken

Often in life we have a chance,
To choose between two different paths,
Usually we take a quick glance,
And take the one with the greener grass.

Knowing the other leads to a wonderful end,
Yes we know , it leads to an assured destination,
But we , my friend,
Take the first one without hesitation.

There was this dreamer who didnt think much,
All he knew was he wanted to make a mark,
He went against the wind without being afraid as such,
With fire burning inside, he lit up the dark.

He had to work harder each day,
Often he would curse himself for making the wrong choice,
'Why me?' , in his mind he would say,
Seeing this gradually dying soul, others would rejoice.

He gathered courage and moved ahead,
He did not cry, he did not grumble,
He believed in himself, ignored what others said,
Now looking at his might, others would tremble.

Then came merrier days,
He found a reward on every step he took,
All along he found brighter rays,
The further he would go, the greener the path would look.

Good to better, Better to Best ; Humbly he rose,
The road less taken was the road he chose.