It will be unwise not to make choice
If so, then you will have no voice
Things may go from good to bad
Events may turn in disfavor to make you sad

Choice can’t be wrong
As they are not meant to be cheap song
They are to be made out of compulsion
Merely to stand fast against the confusion

You have choice when things are lying in abundance
You have all means to enjoy it at once 
You are blessed with all fortune
Things move in favor with fine tune

The choice disappears as soon as time runs out
All worries and troubles may surface to worry about
You will be pushed in the corner to think seriously
The attack will be from all sides continuously

Choice is for the rich and not poor
They will be shunted from door to door
No one may land sympathetic ear
You may suffer endlessly for years

The sufferer may have no choice
As he has to surrender and fulfill the promises
That he will abide by all conditions
Suppress all views and no more ignitions

Only brave people can make choice
Rest all may die daily with threat of demise
They can do nothing amidst constant threat
The choice may be hardly considered great