You are strange in your choices,
you leave the one as soon as one rejoices
Hard is the path of your choices;
You select one amidst the hundreds,
Within a blink of a second you leave them stranded;
Really hard is the path of your choices!!
A traveller of fortune today by the grace of your touch,
Begging his luck tomorrow worries me much.
What makes your selection hard this much?
Strong is your will ,not a friend you need,
The man shall be blessed in his deeds,
You are the supreme guardian indeed.
P.S:-This is my second trial in poetry.And the funny part is that,the overflow of powerful poetic emotions as marked by the “Wordsworth” occur in my case amidst most troublesome periods….Today i took some time before my exam to review my destiny and Eureka ! poetry happened..My last poem “Blended” was a result of a similar situation,only the venue was different- the exam hall. 😇