At The Edge Of Choice Poem by ashok jadhav

No sign is set to mark the better road.
The paths divide without a judge or guide,
Each bearing reasons that refuse to yield.
What seems like virtue shifts with circumstance;
What once was wrong wears mercy's borrowed face.
I weigh my options with a careful hand,
Yet find no balance steady enough to trust.
The mind invents a story to feel clean,
While conscience whispers doubts it cannot prove.
To act is still to wound some unseen good,
To wait is also choice, and not a kind one.
So I step forward lacking certainty,
Accepting that the cost is part of will.
Moral clarity belongs to gods;
For us, the human task is choosing still.