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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry i couldn't travel both Lines taken from poem" road not taken".

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry i couldn't travel both Lines taken from poem" road not taken".

Vishal

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TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW BOOK, AND SORRY I COULD NOT TRAVEL BOTH AND BE ONE TRAVELLER, LONG I STOOD AND LOOKED DOWN ONE AS FAR AS I COULD TO WHERE IT BENT IN THE UNDERGROWTH, ©Vishal #standAlone The road not taken

TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW BOOK, AND SORRY I COULD NOT TRAVEL BOTH AND BE ONE TRAVELLER, LONG I STOOD AND LOOKED DOWN ONE AS FAR AS I COULD TO WHERE IT BENT IN THE UNDERGROWTH, ©Vishal #standAlone The road not taken

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In the Yellow Forest, two paths split, and I was sorry I had to choose one. And I stood alone as a wanderer, looking for a long time as to where this road leads, before turning into clumps; Then I chose another path, equally beautiful, and perhaps even better, because there was more grass and fewer people passed, although people's passing had caused 'the same damage' here. And both were equal that morning, there were no black steps on the leaves. And I kept the first one for the next day! But knowing how the roads lead, I doubted I would ever return. I will say this with a sigh, perhaps centuries from now; Two paths used to divide in a forest, and I chose the shortest path, and that made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #Morning The Road Not Taken

In the Yellow Forest, two paths split, and I was sorry I had to choose one. And I stood alone as a wanderer, looking for a long time as to where this road leads, before turning into clumps; Then I chose another path, equally beautiful, and perhaps even better, because there was more grass and fewer people passed, although people's passing had caused 'the same damage' here. And both were equal that morning, there were no black steps on the leaves. And I kept the first one for the next day! But knowing how the roads lead, I doubted I would ever return. I will say this with a sigh, perhaps centuries from now; Two paths used to divide in a forest, and I chose the shortest path, and that made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #Morning The Road Not Taken

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Uncomfortable? Babe you're on the right path! THE ROAD THAT IS NOT TAKEN #uncomfortable #path

Uncomfortable? Babe you're on the right path! THE ROAD THAT IS NOT TAKEN #uncomfortable #path

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #dusk The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ©S Talks with Shubham Kumar #dusk The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST