There are Choices at every stage,
Which eventually keep getting better with passing age…
The choices which were wise,
Makes us shine,
The choices which didn’t turned up right,
Makes us feel stupid whole time…
It’s tough sometimes,
To choose between wrong and right,
It’s tough sometimes,
To know what is actually right,
It’s tough sometimes,
To follow that right,
It’s tougher sometimes,
To keep up the fight…
I regret few choices,
I made,
I love few paths,
That I invade,
But I keep reminding myself,
I Don’t have to care about,
Someone else’s take..
Afterall it’s my own bake,
I will decide whether,
I want salt or sugar,
For my taste…
Remember,
It’s about the choices,
Not the fate,
It’s about the hardwork,
Not the luck and fortune stay….

Choice
