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.
Thank you Mr.Robert Frost
For 'The road not taken' That showed me the route.. But a road many travelled taken Sounding vehicles of noisy, dusty smokiness A space of all trees felled And there the lurching, ditching pits Venturous like your route of 'yellow wood' True many times trodden on black This body mine painful to carry Through the agony of a road black Still follow you sir, challenging as you say Along a road of hurdles my life Everyday waddles towards a temple resort And I mind not my strife Thank you Mr.Robert Frost
Wake up o'Lord, it's winter's vernal shine
Dawning to be consecrated with mercy Thine Whilst yet a darkling sky's in full moon shine In tardy treads it's pinking too fine As Thou asterism Arudhra is on to sign Conjuring melodies of cooing birds pine Invoked Margazhi-matins intensify to combine Intending for anointed ablutions aromatic divine Wake up o'Lord, wake up Then it means to be sanguine more Sacred bathing mounds in variety to pour Shiva is fresh and feasted to score Follow now His jaunt of cosmic chore Prime at Dharukavan blissful, He dances to roar Surrender the rishis, their nescience to implore Repeats His cosmic dance, Pathanjali to adore On Thai-Poosam for Vyagrapada once more Illimitable expeditions has He all more Vital, vigorous, fervent He's the cosmic force Blest or blazed all from His source Fiery that He seeks more a bathing course Cool on Maasi- morn of a chathurdasi-repose Ere full moon amid sacred ablutions He glows Freshened Lord doesn't let us doze Awakens the light in wide awake those On a Maasi-night whole His blessing flows Thence the trumpet of His marriage-grandeur blows Watch the merry Lord ecstatic, samsaric Performing to the core of our blood rhythmic Reddened to be Ratnasabapathy dynamic Refreshed of yet more ablution fantastic On Thiruvonam in Chithirai bombastic Noon -bathing rhapsodic naps to be melodic That the Lord emerges to be characteristic On Uthiram in Aani all majestic Blessing us whole in evening symbolic Now time for the slumber-surrender-darkness Nescient night whilst seeking refuge vivacious
The Lord forbids its ignorance gracious
Bathed anew, aglow with effulgence On Chaturdasi in Aavani propitious Sequel- Poornima all with her godliness While leering fledging cupid-arrows Rapturous Lord resorts to further ambrosial ablutions On a Chaturdasi in Purattasi nighttime magnificence Shiva is all content with the whole cosmic force Unto Him retires our woes and wishes Unto Him Poornima wanes, waxes, wanes