With Choice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is wish
And if not finished
Before end of journey
It is regretted to almighty

“After all human being” as we are called
And always get fooled
Under the pretext
For foolish acts

You need someone
To be called only one
Where life can be handed over
With assurance of permanent cover

It is one kind of feeling
That has always remained with good inkling
It shall be only once practiced
And promised

There is no regret over choice
And no noise too
It is accepted with calmness
And there appears no remorse