Friday, February 12, 2010


Sometimes life is so full of choices, each being very of its kind
Still you feel the one choice you want, is far behind

You look down
Your lashes wet
The moisture on your face dries your breath
You look back, you look around
To find your choice from far surround
But still you don't see the one, who would pursue your wreath

You gauge the mesh
Strife with yourself
Take the cactus
From underneath your flesh
And move on – is what you think
To pick the choice
The one in your fate
And shove away with a hate

Time passes by
No longer you cry
Forgotten the time when you had many but no choice
Accepting your fate and learnt to rejoice

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