I aim to write a bigger story

With all fortitude I am sailing my dory,

Still unable to restore the glory

They extol me though for What I do,

and I aim to write a bigger story,

A story in which I can be myself,

only honesty, no longing for pelf,

Unfathomable love having omnipresence,

Life with melody and effervescense

Where I remain same in loss and profitability

Since stoicism is better than excitability,

Where people put themselves into my shoes,

And can percept tears mixed in the booze

Misfortune is stronger than to my vis,

So I started to believe, ignorance is a bliss,

Not even bothering this awry,

For I aim to write a bigger story,

For I aim to write a bigger story.

-Ashish K Gupta

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 & deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost