sTyLeGuY's R.A.N.D.O.M Thoughts

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 if 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,
And miles to go before I sleep...

The words of Robert Frost (poem - Stopping by woods on a snowy evening).

These beautiful, immortal words really explain the whole purpose of life. Whenever I read this poem, its a different kind of a feeling.

I want to keep going, I have many promises to keep and many duties to fulfill, I have to walk many miles before I finally sleep in God's cradle, from where I came. Till then, I want to just keep walking.......Keep Walking Ahead In Life.......