Monthly Archives: February 2017
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.
In not so many words , Cleanliness amounts to a paramount importance in every aspect of our life.
A clean body and a clean mind make us feel healthy and cheerful.
Our clean surroundings let us wander in moments of peace , rather than worrying about the incessant stinking smell.
Clean and error less work at the job makes us satisfied and ensures increments in the salary.
A clean accounting system and balance sheet of the companies makes it trustworthy to its employees and shareholders.
So you see, CLEAN matters a lot.
I wander and wander in the depths of this wonder ,
Where life shines and withers amidst the perpetual thunder,
We keep going on through the realms of endless blunder ,
To unknown destinations and beautiful meanders
“I am that lost, oh, who will find me
deep down below the old beech tree?
Help succour me now the east winds blow, 16 by 6
brother, and under we go”
“Without your love he’ll be gone before.
Save pity for strangers, show love the door.
My soul seek the shade of my willow’s bloom
inside, brother mine, let death make a room”
“Be not afraid to walk in the shade.
Save one, save all, come try!
My steps, five by seven, life is closer to heaven
Look down, with dark gaze, from on high”
“Before he was gone, right back over my hill
who now will find him?
why, nobody will, Doom, shall I bring him that I am Queen
Lost forever, 9 by 19.”