When bitter moments speak
Conveniently acting as if I were transparent, that’s what I really can not take. Ever thought of hearing my set of views?
When time reaches, I’d be stranded at a two path way road. The only capable thought then would lie in the contents of ‘The Road Not Taken’ which caught my attention during Ms. Indra’s period. I actually paused my work to give her a few minutes of my time.
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….
And so I think:
Not very promising, not a single creature,
The undergrowth instead sighted no clear future,
After ponder and thought to avoid any confusion,
I said Goodbye, to nature,
And traversed in reverse the straight path taken,








