The Choice

If chronology replays, 

We are just a plant of verses 

Woven by phrases and arguments, 

A free-thinker with unique concepts 

Renders a difference to the world.

It is up to the individuals, 

On the discretion we make.

But each choice 

We carve, comes with a cost 

Some are paths not taken, 

Fortunes less made,

A contented life with happiness,

Without pleasing society.

And the other, 

Is the remorse which we realize,

When death reaches us,

In the inscription of aging,

Where our passion matters the most,

And time fails us, to do so.

In the short span of life, 

The choice is yours!

Life is like a river and the choices 

We make streams the path and our destination. 

No matter what path we take the river needs to flow,

If not for us, It is for the loved ones and not for society.