Of the two
Things to choose—
Between Love and Hate—
I’d neither love to hate nor hate to love.
Of the two
Days that lay—
Between birth and death—
I’d learn to live the present.
Of the two
States to choose—
Between doing and done—
I’d choose to continue to walk.
Of the two
Thoughts that strike—
To do or not to do—
I’d be happier even if I fail.
Of the two
Ways to be—
Within or without—
I’d endlessly gaze at horizons, seashores alike.
Of the two
Options, if there are—
Handshake or despair—
I’d meet my destiny with eyes wide open.
©Suyog Ketkar
The Wordsmith 