The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep.

 

                                                                                                                        Kourosh Qaffari

       

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask is there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

                                                                                                              Robert Frost

I'm an eternal traveller on the God's Earth, always in conflict between a moment of peace and worldly debts.

Although, the God will not know that I have stolen a moment from life to stop and look at His calm and cold woods, full of snow. I know this forest belong only to Him. Death is inviting me there for the eternal peace.

My friends are feeling strange on my stop at this no man’s land between the woods and frozen lake, so far away from the farmhouse.

I am spellbound feeling quietness of death inside those woods. It is so calm and quite that I can only hear the fall of snowflakes and the sweep of wind. Unless my fellow gives me a gentle reminder of life. 

His woods are lovely, dark and deep and I am excited to enter and fall asleep till eternity. But, I still have things to complete, promises to fulfil, and miles to go before I sleep.

Cannot die yet.

Kartikey