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How many false choices?
Millions of choices we craft,
We are not to make of choices
but to collect a little treasure.
Our choices dig our own graves,
making us sleep in unknown place
Why we fabricate our sweet pearls into choices,
strangling our own ordinary things.
Have choices given us inner joy?
Choices are a web of spider
Which attracts every insect towards it
but there is no gate to lead out.
Choices lead to devil's mouth,
Then no way going back
you have created your own web
Now, you rest in it for good.
Pushkar Bisht
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