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
Hey friends! How about it? I was thinking of starting a YouTube channel where poetry is read live, and you read your own poems while I read great poets of our times, and the classics. Or, should we make it a recorded one and i read the poems which you have sent along with your
Good were the days When grandma cooked And all the children Sat around her-....
Not in rain Is there a purpose Of wind to Water the garden The little droplets Of Nature's beautiful sprinkler Mean to grow Everything liveful. But, Only stones can stand The blow of the blow And sometimes even Mountains fly in cyclone. Everything pleasant Even if the loving human Or God's religion Or even the