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The Fighter

I liked her on the first sight,

I knew that she’s a fighter,

Watched her pick herself,

Face the world bold!

Her smile was humble,

Yet was heavy and fragile,

Her eyes never smiled,

A mystery unresolved!

Had she lost someone?

May be but that’s sad,

For a woman so young,

To walk all alone!

Kavitha Patchamalai

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I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST