Two Paths

Two Paths short poem

Photo by Don McCullough

There were two paths
it was up to me to choose,
The path full of happiness
or the path with tears and sorrow,
I was alone, very alone
at the place which was unknown.
No one was there to support
lost each and every hope,
Three days without food
But sweet river water was the reprieve,
It was really difficult to survive without money
but oxygen was free.
No clothes to change
but enjoyment of cool river water,
No bed to sleep
but miracles of stars in sky,
No fan to dry the sweat
but cool blows and gentle touch of air.
No alarm to wake up
but melodious songs of birds,
Not a single human
but amazing life of jungle,
No one to serve food
but fruits dropped by birds and monkeys.
How will you judge those days
the worst or the best,
I had chosen the path of happiness
and I am the happiest person on the planet.

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