Life Might Be Different
To choose between two, many
goes on the way as others,
clouded vision to blind by
the life of driven dumbs.
Happened in my life, the moment came
may I not like theirs but
when come, I chose though
I had another, to sacrifice.
lead a life with pain in heart.
Nothing new but with the same old,
for me who loves to explore,
place of hell it is! . No point to
regret for that I had chosen. But life
might be different if I had chosen my own.
poem by P. Ashok Kumar
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