As I reach there my fingers itch for a click
The lens in hope zooms but soon turns sick
My disappointed mind depressingly broods
Where have gone Frost’s dark deep woods!
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I am happy to note that your poem here is reflective of more than what the poet beyond the Atlantic could brood over.... Excellent write it is and I am here giving you a full 10 out of 10 for its fine execution Pradipji...
Excellent sequel to Frost's masterpiece. Well tried! !
Fantastic write....Beautiful poem and well expressed. Enjoyed reading each lines.
A good recollection and transformation of Robert Frosts poem. Fantastic write sir!
This is again an amazing write, Pradip! When the woods are going, we are found aseep! ! How true! ! Thia too deserves another 10