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. -Robert Frost
It's psycholinguistics - semantics tomorrow and I am terribly, terribly facing the problem of lack of concentration. I am reading newspapers, writing emails and see here I am on my blog too. My mind's roaming somewhere in Swat ... no in the refugee camps perhaps... and I am not able to take so many things out of my mind. This is the bigger picture. On a small scale level, another portion of my mind is roaming in some other places. I wander... I wander... And I wander... the journey seems endless....
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A poem is encircling my poem right now.. It goes like:
"I know I'm not at all to blame,
That there were others never came
Back from war,that older, younger
Men died.. None say this,none imply
Their lives could've been saved if I..
None say this, yet I wonder, wonder.."
May ALLAH be our guider and helper in these wandering paths and may our journey makes us realize and gain our real destiny, Ameen:)