the untravelled road, judged so more...

Rusty trees, dusty road
Falling leaves, where no one goes

Waiting so long for thee and thy
to get through it, to pass by

Screaming deep but we don't hear
It's voice from far, even from near

It's looks so dull, ugly to drive
It hardly gets used and tried

All have heard the saying though
"don't judge a book by its cover" which shows

Then why that road is being judged like that
It's not a voyage but not that bad

Shabby brittle leaves make it weird
Dark dusky road makes ye scared

But beyond our view must be a scenic world
No one went that way so it's undiscovered

We only see the horror door
Where it ends, just look and go

Don't set thy mind, that it's not travelled by
Just take it as a new turn to try