Choices Poem by Kishore Asthana

Alas, so many doors
Which were misty, afar
Five decades too late
Welcome me ajar

Each I'd love to explore
Live life behind them all
But,
How I wish it were Spring
Instead of the ides of Fall

Like you, I too am wondering..
Wondering and waiting to see
Before Fall to Winter turns
Which one will it be?

Will it be the Spiritual
Full of silence and bliss?
Will it be the one with
Tender warmth, loving kiss?

Will it be the Social
My gift for my land?
Will it be the Political
With its very noisy band?

Will it be the Scientific
Full of logic, well writ?
Will it be the Clever
With its sly dry wit?

I think I'll opt for
The warmth of love and laughter
For in this, I am sure
I'll live happily ever after

But despite this comforting thought
Other doors beguile & pray
And, alas,
Undecided between them
I fritter my Fall away