POEM- CHOICES

 oh, who knows the might of a pen

other than the writer

who admires the talk

other than some philosopher

feather in feather are feathers

saying in saying are nothing but rumors

pen in my hand

will my mind exceed?

you tell me bout your day

will your talk proceed?

I can't happen but 

laugh at this society of ours

laughing is contagious but

so does is mourning

my writing is a choice 

but so is your reading

hand in hand

romantic so it seems

can be a cause too, of a deep misery 

I force you to change this view 

I will force you now

to please you ,in my choice

hard, cruel that it seems

you're living in this very same visionary

take a look now, go have a view

tell me now, how many choices were actually made by you

                       -Aditi Singh