17 February, 2008

Random Poetry


From Reluctance .. by Robert Frost


Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?



2 comments:

Akash... said...

Very good find.
The void left by the end of love..and the difficulty in accepting what you know is the truth.
Hmm...
:)

Pranav Jawale said...

how did you edit the template?