THE RIGHT CHOICE

Beware! The demons of ire awaits for thee,
To quaff the goodness that floods thy veins.
To drive thy wheels and trample each tree,
Of kindness and compassion; into defunct remains.

Make wise choices and call for bliss,
Implore benignity from angels white.
Let His lips with benevolence kiss,
And kindle the beacon of divine light.

Refrain o man from egoistic swirls,
Train thy mind to triumph each blow.
Close thy eyes and hear His calls,
And breathe good air as calm it flows.

Perch for moments on this hallowed earth,
Smell the scent that wafts around.
Swaying wildflowers from the yonder garth,
Dances amuck with joy profound.

They waltz each hour when the winds go wild,
And sleep in peace when the clouds are calm.
They bathe beneath the raindrops mild,
And cherish their abundance and good charm.

Feel the rain with a soul that's degage,
Gaze for a moment through the yonder blue.
There's the sun and its brutish rage,
And there're great clouds as a consoling crew.

Train thy mind as a choice that's wise,
And walk roads off with a balance of thoughts.
Life may rise as high as the skies,
And fall too low; as low as noughts.

Happiness is a choice to be,
Despondence comes though free as winds.
Sailing calm thru' a perilous sea,
Is all like a castle that's built o'er ruins.
© Dipanjan