Life’s First Choice

Lifes First Choice short poem

Photo by Spirit-Fire

Whirlpool of emotions spins…
When u think . Who’s first choice u r…
Is Solitude always an answer…
When life just echos your chaios..

Among first words ever told..
A voice calls you ‘Amma’ …
As though all my questions just answered ..
You are my first ever choice ..

Yet this human heart gets voiceless
Grimming for some true gravity of love..
The twinkling eyes once again count on you..
Why you wander.. ‘ you are my first choice’

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