My Choice Poem by Gautam Sen
My Choice
Life is a fine tour, some perform it as a tourist
Some but take it as a hurdle-crossing cyclist
Both would reach the end though differently arrived,
One would live in style while other may have to strive.
Efforts of mine never achieved any record,
But I lead the life of my own sweet accord;
Friendly souls – the valued shrines of faith I do visit,
I prefer not to speed, but trotting a smooth transit.
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5/24/2024 11:53:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
one needs courage to take the middle path...