One Year
A Robert Frost Tribute--------------------------------------
A year is a long period;
much happens in it
but all I have is a story to tell
on lacking resolve and grit.
I have spent this past year,
thinking of future plans.
I spent this year uncertain,
piece of mind sans.
Now, in hindsight,
I can easily see:
How I could have spent
this year full of glee.
But uncertainty had a reason:
My future was at stake,
What to do with my life?
This decision I had to make.
Its not just the last year
that is killing me with pain.
The truth makes it all more vulgar
that the last year went down the drain.
Because long before this year began,
deep inside I knew.
I knew all along: With my life,
what I really had to do.
But alas, it now seems
my subconscious can rest.
It seems now impossible,
for my dreams to be blessed.
I hear the sounds of inevitability.
I have convinced myself too.
It is convincing others about that,
that I still have to do.
I've heard: "Life become simpler,
when choices are few"
but I don't like this simpler life,
listless as the mariner's crew.
The time for decision has arrived.
A decision I have made.
I'll follow this path till great lengths
without getting swayed.
Years hence, I will look back,
at this time of my life -
when I have finally taken the decision
that ended my mind's strife.
I'd look at this time and wonder,
what if I had taken the other path.
No, future would have satisfied me,
no matter what future me hath.
So, why did I waste my year?
you ask yourself the same.
A minor detail eludes you:
I did not get my dream.
So, you probably think how would I conclude:
Would I be succinct or shall my rant protrude?
Wait, while I try to figure what my objective was,
I still remember that this poem really had a cause.
Cos' a year has passed without me, I know;
A part of my life, for which I have nothing real to show.
-------------------- Aniket Ray
Robert Frost's superb poem on a similar issue
Road Not Taken
posted by aniket @ 9:03 AM
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