A Traveller I Stand

By (Mawlana) Junayd Makda

Two roads I find passing through the woods,
Each one very different, inviting all the same,
Travel can I only one, as destination not the same,
A traveller I stand, deciding which to take,

Both roads being taken, by travellers as I watch,
Each one undertaking, a journey of their own,
Each road with an end, a destination well informed,
A traveller I stand, deciding which to take,

Looking down one of the roads, twisting through the woods,
So green so fresh, so beautiful to the eye,
Full of grass, singing birds, and trees reaching high,
Yet sign posted is this road, saying danger lies ahead,

The other road on the other hand, bending out of view,
No scene, no pleasant smell, no reason to attract,
A muddy path, thorny bushes with little to distract,
But a sign in big bold letters, saying gardens up ahead,

Two roads I find, passing through this world,
Each one seems so different, inviting all the same,
One looking difficult, yet heaven lies ahead,
The other seeming pleasure filled, yet hell waits ahead,
A traveller I stand, deciding which to take…