I was faced with two options,
And must choose one;
I must choose carefully,
My choice determines my fate.
Meekness and submissiveness beckoned to me,
And I said No!
Homeliness and warm-heartedness courted me,
Still I said No!
Then I went for looks, I chose beauty;
That transitory and superficial ego tripper;
I chose wrongly, I chose beauty against content;
Now I am stock with it, I must live with it.
With the future hidden in the belly of time,
At the crossroads, life is just a gamble;
Our choices, may result in unexpected outcomes;
The meal we cook in the day, we must eat at night.
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem is stylistically worded to lure imagination and strike up visualization. Thanks for sharing.