Our Choice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Our choice

If life was given for few seconds
I would still be swimming in pond
Watching beautiful fishes
And trying to reach near

How many in colorful gathering?
Running from this end to another end
Searching someone and shaking tail
Still it has smoothness in sail

See the flies with wings
After rain they try to sing
Around light and become hunt for lizards
No one to shed tear or cry with word

if they have resolve
And knowledge not to move
Without any aim
They all should have remained at home

So Life has to be on run
With or without aim in motion
It has some relation with movement
It was in past too and may go on with present