the lazy wanderer......

just a traveller like anybody......
dats wat the lazy wanderer was meant to be....
went to all the places he had to see.....

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening....
he saw what he had been dreaming.....

two roads diverged in a yellow wood.....
he tried to see as far as he could....

far stood a solitary reaper.....
acting like the land's keeper....

all she performed was her duty....
but to him it seemed a thing of beauty.....

he stopped a little and went away.....
but the portrait of a lady had to stay.....

tryin to keep his mind away......
singing to himself for he had nothing to say.....

passing by the roadside stand....
wishin he could still lend da reaper a helping hand.....

going around the southern hills....
all he saw were the daffodils....

reminding him of her pretty face.....
that he so wanted to chase.....

tryin not being harsh on his heart and his mind....
he returned to collect what was left behind....

going all way back to the reaper......
he saw the sky dat never felt so deeper......

but destiny had something else to say.....
in the dark he lost his way.....

trying hard as he could......
he could only find a house of wood....

knocking the door hoping a for a place to stay.....
wen the door opened nothing he cud say.....

for he had found his lost way.....
thus meeting the solitary reaper had made his day...... :)






Comments

Unknown said…
nyc work sweety...unforgettable solitary reaper nd mistaken wanderer :)
9 August 2011 at 13:08
Sonakshi Sharma said…
thank u.... :)

ya no one can forget those legendary poems.... :)
10 August 2011 at 01:40
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