Serene Junction

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood 

And sorry I did not travel both. 

Be one traveler, long I stood

Too full of doubts to make a move. 

I was urged to pick one immediately,

Or the time allotted would end instantly.

The time allotted (by whom?) did end,

Funnily all remained the same, not a bend!  

Not ready to walk down any road at the time,

Maybe I’ll make one of own sometime. 

For now I’ll stay basking in this serene junction

Who knows! It could be my temporary station. 

Judge not this brief inertia as diffidence,

For I still believe it will make all the difference! 

What are your thoughts about this story?