Rishideep Roy

“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.”
― Robert Frost

“Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about these things. What (women) like is to be a man’s last romance.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“বিধাতার রাজ্যে ভালো জিনিস অল্প বলেই তা ভালো, নইলে সে নিজেরই ভিড়ের ঠেলায় হয়ে যেত মাঝারি।”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Sesher Kobita, the Last Poem