Written by Soujanya Hiremath
One with flowers and one with thorns,
One with mellowers and other with storms
One was yellow and one was dark,
As they laid there at the same clock.
One with all the truths and one with a single lie,
One with the growth and other with cries
One was dim and one had a spark,
As they laid there at the same clock.
One with a frown and one with a smile,
One with a groan and other docile
One was barren and one had mark,
As they laid there at the same clock.
Thrown into puzzle there I stood,
As the two roads diverged into the woods,
Now let me say this with a sigh
I took the one less travelled by.
