The Road less travelled by

Riding on my bike,
I was speeding all the way.
The wind was blowing on my face,
‘Twas a sunny day…

The road was going on ‘n on,
There was no other to take…
Never came the need to choose,
Between the real and the fake.

So easy was the journey,
Whistling I was, hence.
Then came a ‘Y’ junction,
To shatter my confidence.

The road split into two,
Only one that I could take…
I knew I can’t repent later,
So the wiser choice I had to make.

One was the oft taken one,
Filled with cars, trucks and the like.
The other was the deserted one,
With not even a bike…

The first one, I had known for long…
There wasn’t a risk in taking it,
The other was unknown to me,
And choosing it took a lot of grit.

My head had made an earnest plea –
It asked to take the oft traveled one…
But my guts did hear to none of it,
‘n urged me on which traveled none.

That day I made the harder choice –
To take the road not traveled by…
The easier one I left behind,
The questions still remains, “Why???”

The road was very hard to travel,
As it surely needed wear…
But I took in my stride…
Without the shedding of a tear.

The destination I reached today,
Far earlier than I’d expected.
The only difference that it was,
The choice that day, I had made.