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..