It Is Hard To Take Any Choice After You Poem by Shakira Nandini

For how long (I've to) dismiss the power of agony
For how long the tear is to be held on the eyelashes
For how long no pity be felt on eyes dispossessed of shading
For how far the acquired soul be kept as buddy
How extreme be the energy of articulation in case want is stimulated
What amount be the newness of fragrance, what shade of blossoms
What amount be the tune in climate, what way be of breeze
What course be of the day, what speed be of the evening
In the event that there are thoughts and dreams what ought to be their region
In case there is composing on the face what amount should it be significant
What amount be the delight and elation, how quick be the heartbeat
How plentiful be the space, how broad be the top of the sky
Conditions are peculiar; the heart is encompassed by inner conflict constantly
It is hard to take any choice after you