For the letter F, I derive inspiration from Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken.

The Road Not Taken

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.

My poem of the day is about a fork in the road too, albeit in a different vein. Read on and let me know your thoughts.


I have reached the mouth of a fork with many prongs
The number of prongs is so many
so many I can’t count
Prongs: long short medium tiny
Prongs: ash mud water gold
and permutations
so many
how to choose the absolute right one?

I make an excel sheet
evaluating the weight of each
and draw up complex equations.
I ask a few others for their voices.
my heart, usually a mute spectator;
sometimes squeaks out an opinion,
ignored promptly.

I can feel the fingers being pointed at me
already rising
somewhere in the future
when I do not choose correctly

The hands of the clock make their laps in record time
I know I must be on my way soon, but my feet superglue
and root like I have the eyes of Medusa boring into me

All I can do from my vantage point is
view the prongs of the fork
burn and dissolve like skin submerged in acid
one by one
leaving no charred remains
self loathing rising steadily.

– Namratha Varadharajan

Today I would like you to share with me, have you felt like this at any point in your life? What was the fork at which you could not decide and got stuck?

F for Robert Frost, My poem: Stuck #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #NaPoWroMo
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21 thoughts on “F for Robert Frost, My poem: Stuck #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #NaPoWroMo

  • April 7, 2019 at 6:34 pm

    I love Robert Frost’s poems! Reminds me of school days and the English classes. Your poem is so good!!

  • April 7, 2019 at 12:45 am

    It’s funny because the big, life changing decisions, I can usually make pretty easily, but the small, inconsequential ones I always end up agonising over

  • April 7, 2019 at 12:19 am

    A wonderful way to make the stress of making choices felt for people who don’t know from their own experience how difficult it can be. (That’s how I read your poem.)

    • April 7, 2019 at 12:26 am

      Thank you for reading and your interpretation. I think each person reads a poem in their own way, and that’s the beauty of the written word

  • April 7, 2019 at 12:07 am

    I had studied this poem in 7th standard. F for Frost and F for Fork. How brilliantly you parallel-ed these two.
    When the option in my life forked, I took the road with skepticism in my heart and am here today. I cannot say where I would be if I had chose the other path. Maybe I was destined to be here and the options exercised by me were just options open to me.

    When the road forked
    I stood, undecided.
    I chose, full of doubt,
    would it be an oasis or a drought?
    There was no looking back,
    at the un-trodden track.

    • April 7, 2019 at 12:25 am

      Lovely Kalpana. I see Robert Frost is inspiring all of us to pour our thoughts out. I have done the same at one of my forks. At another I am still undecided. Life has many forks I believe.

    • April 7, 2019 at 12:08 am

      Thank you for reading Harjeet. Where do I read your work? Are you participating in AtoZ? I am really impressed with your introduction to yourself on your blog wordsmith but did not find any content! Maybe there could be a latest posts plugin for easy access? Do drop a link here and I would love to read your work.

  • April 6, 2019 at 11:46 pm

    Love how beautifully you play with the words Namratha, another awesome piece.

  • April 6, 2019 at 7:29 pm

    Your poems are so refined, so exquisite!
    Simply brilliant- the concept and the writing.
    Best wishes for your A to Z.
    PS I had tried hard to comment on your D post but failed time and again. I feel lucky to have finally found a way to send across my good wishes for your A to Z 🙂

    • April 6, 2019 at 10:45 pm

      Thank you so much Moon for taking the extra effort to find a way to comment. Not too sure what was the problem with commenting on D, will check it out.

  • April 6, 2019 at 5:30 pm

    Well, sometimes you choose correctly at the crossroads and that leads on to fortune. And as Frost puts it if I had not picked the correct path that day, I would not be here today. But sometimes the pathways are many and the decision eludes us totally. I made a decision in my tenth grade to root for the Science group which I regret to this day. I have always felt that I should have opted for humanities which in those days was the less traveled path as people opting for humanities were generally looked down upon. But I had always wanted to be a classical scholar.

    • April 6, 2019 at 11:35 pm

      I had initially planned to write a poem on the idea of reflecting/imagining how are life would have been if we had taken the other path, but when I started to write it took another shape. I had always wanted to do math and physics as a child and teenager and focused only on that. I always read a lot of books but have only recently started appreciating language and the art of writing. Thanks for reading Jai

  • April 6, 2019 at 4:04 pm

    The road not taken is my favorite poem for ages now. At every bend of life, I keep telling myself, ‘Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
    I took the less traveled by.’

    • April 6, 2019 at 11:36 pm

      Definitely in terms of recent career choices.

  • April 6, 2019 at 2:09 am

    If only you will dare to pick
    Any one that lay ahead
    Trust me, friend, those fingers will blur
    All that doubt, please shred
    And take the one that has your heart
    And walk to see where it leads
    After all what is life?
    It’s what you chose and all your deeds!

    You inspired me to rhyme! How better can it get 🙂


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