Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Both seemed same to me
How should I choose the best?
As I am deaf to listen, to my own will
I have no second option to have a trial
Whatever is my choice is fool and final
Oh! unstoppable thoughts ran in my mind
But none of them stood to let decide
Soon after the sun started to set in the west
The decision is yet to be taken to its best
The sun had shown no mercy and
The moon appeared with kind looks
Now, these looks have no use
As it has been already, late to choose
Thus I accepted the failure to wait for his grace...
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