Choices fall on chances,
Scratched hard on inner voices.
The, that proposes sacred lotuses,
In contentment, poised as rejoices,
Profoundly, altered the straits of moises,
And lavished, with own choicest decisions.

Of no imperialistic befitting,
The Mannered in contemptuous setting,
Mystifying, the paddles of uplifted sailing,
And begrudged, on own contents of failing.

The, that is not on ends yet,
The pinched on sides in a null set,
Regrettably, in the sweat beads of taunt,
And cornered, beaten by own away cast.

Chances on it that troubles,
The edged and resounding doubles,
The choiced, on it that rightly humbles,
And sided, fancied in unbounded struggles.

10/08/2021