Wednesday, 29 October 2014


Choice is a strange thing
What can we really choose
In life for our own selves?
So much is beyond all control

Where there is possibility
Of any choice, its inevitable
How many times do we really
Work against unfavorable odds

A sane being thinks rationally
Choices are sensible decisions
Only in insanity there's chance
Of deliberately choosing wrong

Sanity binds like string puppets
But sometimes sudden jolts break
Delicate wires of societal norms
And finally one is free to choose

Maybe I'm not making any sense
But do look at our maddest bunch
The poets and artists who choose
Art above their own personal good

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