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Thoughts on the way home

Robert Frost composed awesome poetry when he penned down - Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening

I read this once in class X cos' it was a part of the syllabus.
Then I realized that I kinda seemed to remember it more often than the others.

Yesterday as I sat in the Cab on my way home - it struck me again.
It's like the life we lead - stopping and starting - but always going on.


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
We like to think no one is watching over us - that we are alone.

He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
The moments that make life worth living.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
My mind looks askance - what is it that you're waiting for? There's no one here. Why the decision to stay and mull? Does it miss the beauty of the snowflakes idling downwards? The Heart stays quite because he has all the answers.

Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
When there is no hope...

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
We question ourselves, question our directions, our goals, our relationships. We question our faith. Do we need to ???

The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
Silence pervades. But Iam not alone. I have you.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
Oh Temptation..... lead me not down this path....

And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

The never-ending story - the circle of life - call it what you want.

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