While reading through the blogs on “Quality”, I landed upon my favorite poem of a favorite poet:
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, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
So, here is a chance cause that is the final trigger to put my “activities” of ” (all the) free time (in the world now)” onto a more disciplined and constructive use!!!!!
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Author: ASHOK M VAISHNAV
In July 2011, I opted to retire from my active career as a practicing management professional. In the 38 years that I pursued this career, I had opportunity to work in diverse capacities, in small-to-medium-to-large engineering companies. Whether I was setting up Greenfield projects or Brownfield projects, nurturing the new start-ups or accelerating the stabilized unit to a next phase growth, I had many more occasions to take the paths uncharted. The life then was so challenging!
One of the biggest casualty in that phase was my disregards towards my hobbies - Be with The Family, Enjoy Music form Films of 1940s to mid-1970s period, write on whatever I liked to read, pursue amateur photography and indulge in solving the chess problems.
So I commenced my Second Innings to focus on this area of my life as the primary occupation.
At the end of four years, I am now quite a regular blogger. I have been able to build a few very strong pen-relationships.
I maintain contact with 38-years of my First Innings as freelance trainer and process facilitator.
And yet,
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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The world is too small? or Is it? 
The poem is rendered in Gujarati by Pancham Shukla: ( am forwarding this mail to him).
ચરૈવેતિ ચરૈવેતિ (ભાવાનુવાદઃ પંચમ શુક્લ)
(અભ્યસ્ત વસંતતિલકા)
આઘે ભલે જનપદે ઘર દૂર એના,
લાગે મને ખબર છે-
કોના હશે ઉપવનો અહિંયા વસેલાં!
થંભી ગયો;
. હિમ તણા શુભ ગૌર-વસ્ત્રે-
ઢંકાયલાં ઉપવનોની કને ક્ષણેક…
કિંતુ અરે!
જોઈ શકે નવ ક્શું અતિ દૂરથી એ!
ભાસે વિચિત્ર શિશુ અશ્વને કે –
થંભ્યા ક્યહાં?
થીજી ગયેલ-
કાસાર ને ઉપવનો બિચ આમ શાને?
તાણી-લગામ ઝટકી નિજ ડોક વાળી
પૃચ્છા કરે રણકતી મધુ ટોકરીને
રે! રે! કશી ચૂક થઈ અસવારની શું?
ને સૂસવે ધ્વનિ કશો વળતા જવાબે
તે હીમ પિચ્છલ કણે તર વાયુ શાંત…
જોયા કરું, ન મટકું લગીરેય મારું,
કેવાં રૂડાં ઉપવનો વળી ગાઢ, ઊંડા,
કિંતુ દીધાં વચન, તે સહુ પાળવાના;
થંભ્યા વિના-
આ યોજનો અવિરતે બસ કાપવાના!
આ યોજનો અવિરતે બસ કાપવાના-
થંભ્યા વિના…
૧૫/૫/૨૦૧૨
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Thanks for sending in this translation.
Oh you have posted it already.. 🙂 I commented in your other post on this poem 🙂
Thanks for your quite an extensive visit.
Good to know we have common wavelength on quite an issues!