Choices

Fed up of troubles and fed up of pains

I appealed to The Lord, human life is so lame

I want to be reborn and have a pretty life

Make me something where I don’t have strife

A smile played on his lips, you could call it mischievous

Of course dear, choice is yours, just be cautious

I was delirious, facing so many options

Oh, how to choose, how to avoid the wantons

I wanted to be beautiful, to be colorful and soft

Make me a flower; nothing can go wrong I scoffed

Very well he said, you shall be a flower

But your figure and color is not in my power

You could be the red rose in a lover’s hand

Or a carnivorous one in a forbidden land

Stumped by reality, I rechecked my choices

Make me a tree, strong and harmless

Very well he said, you shall be a tree

But your type and trunk, I cannot guarantee

You could be a tree laden with fruits and climbers

Or a dry one, your trunk used only for death pyres

I thought and thought, silly ideas away I cast

Make me a water body, flowing and vast

Very well he said, you shall be water

But your place and taste, I cannot alter

You could be a river quenching everyone’s thirst

Or could be a part of quick sand, none would trust

I understood then, the meaning of his words

Humbled I was, before the all-knowing Lord

I know what I want to be, let me be human

This time I will try to be more humane

I don’t care about the color, type or place

At least I can mould my future at my own pace

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