Choice Poem by Shruti Goswami

Frost, he took the road less travelled by,
He said it made all the difference,
For us, mere mortals, it’s a different story.
We are but mere passers by.
Happy to walk, the much treaded path,
Content to wallow, in grievous bath,
It gives a sense of martyrdom,
It boasts of sacrificing you freedom.
It makes us think, we are not mere mortals,
Oh look! We stand on such elevated portals,
Because we dared to be the regular Jane,
And dare not cease the same refrain.
But someone told me, you need to wring
In order to soak up the dews of spring,
Or the saturated drops that are now singing.
We need to dare the walk,
To dare and turn around the clock,
Live for life, and happiness,
Even if it does mean,
Taking some chances.
So soak up the rains, try and liberate,
I wish to choose, the road very few would take.