Different roads call me in different mood
It makes puzzlement; anything to choose
Frost saw only two roads in a yellow wood
He couldn't take both so long he stood
I see many where the wood is completely same
Some of them are also covered with burn leaves
Which way to go? Long waiting, no answer came
What’s going on? I don’t understand the game
Being a simple any good attracts this addressee
But, all wrongs keep waiting to pick those good
While all are throwing logic to clear to me
Getting afraid; waiting under the Banyan tree
Everyone has a god which differentiates them
‘Them’ are all together if they need to all
So, why this is you, who are ready to condemn?
And, why not we intone same peaceful anthem?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem