because there are too many options
you become speechless
you fret, you fingers are restless
what now? you are undecided
what to choose,
the thought of
consequences come like rain
you are drenched all over
feeling cold
and so
alone,
you try to figure out
that from among these million choices
you have to take only one
and be happy,
and if you are wrong
and become unhappy throughout your lifetime
you will be blaming yourself forever
and it happens to most of us here
who think that this world is unfair,
that people are insensitive
that the future is bleak
the past nothing but recklessness
and the present
a tragedy, all about regret and waste
and throughout our lifetime we choose to be
unhappy because we think we made the wrong choice
there will be a review, an evaluation,
there is more to unhappiness, it is not just that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem