Walking miles together,
We left many behind.
Some worthy some unworthy,
From our behind we carried many.

Kept it for years,
Saved it like peers.
But one day they fell dead!

Beneath the dust,
They went far ahead,
Of the time which was ours.
Now we remember those hours,
When they made our life complete.

Now 'Frost' guides me.
Two roads lying ahead,
But with a difference.

One of remembrance & regret,
A morally important path.
Another of memory, acceptance turning to oblivion.

We walk on first regret burdened us.
Motivatedly we walk on another,
At the end of acceptance was lying oblivion!

Where the echo of moral guilt shouts.
Unable to move on either,
We are walking miles together,
Leaving many behind,
Some worthy some unworthy,
From our behind we're carrying many.

© Amrita Chandan