There were two roads,
One was easy and secure,
The other was rough,
I chose the easy one,
Was expecting my travel to be really smooth,
With every step I felt relieved,
I swallowed the cool breeze,
And in no time,
l was standing there,
At my destination…
I finished my work,
And returned,
But this time I took the rough road,
And I got really very tired,
I regretted my experiment…
The next day,
When I was standing again,
At the junction of those two roads,
I was perplexed,
The signs were changed,
The easy was replaced by rough,
And the rough with easy,
I asked the labour, who was standing there,
Why did you change these signs?
They were rightly put yesterday,
And then,
I asked him to correct his error,
But he didn’t understood,
I thought,
May be I was wrong yesterday,
And so this time,
I chose the easy path,
According to the new setting,
As I travelled through it,
It felt really easy,
In no time;
I reached my destination,
I sat there for sometime,
And wondered, why did it felt rough yesterday?
After few minutes,
A man came and asked me,
Which road is easier?
I replied,
The one which you think will be easy…
Inspiring poem, Shreyans. 😀
Thank you very much sumit..
Much fodder to my thoughts this poem is. Shreyans. 🙂
Ohh really..im glad that i did that..thank you so much asha..
Great moral!
Thank you so much..
You’re welcome 🙂
Aww.. That’s the bes part of it.. The path is easier if you believe so..
Thank you akhila..