The Choice Poem by Jaikishan Khatri

at the first meet
you made me devoice
I knew it's sweet
the choice

the way she makes
that cute puppy face
beat of my heart takes
a skip and starts to race

I love you
there's no doubt
making me just as new
you're beautiful inside and out

In her absence
beguiled me
by her fragrance
that I couldn't see

It's not the last page
nor the last essence
but the assuage
is transience

far from being a qualm
abating my dark passenger's voice
It's ensued from
the choice