Why Would I Choose

Why would I choose to see the world from someone’s eyes?

How come some mouths utter the same as ‘virtue’ and others as ‘vice’?

Here I’m standing in this dark room with strangers all along,

All pretend to feel my pain, but don’t tell the source of light to which I do belong.

I’m sinking in this large ocean whose bottom I couldn’t see,

Which rescue boat should I board that is just mend for me?

Although the rhythm is melodious, I won’t sing it till the lyrics touch my heart,

Even though other’s orchestra is annoying, I can’t still simply prefer your part.

What’s the fault if I find a dark bolt in the purest of white?

I shall open my rusted tongue and speak all to you, what’s there to hide?

Where would I choose to live, I’m still a stranger to this earth and sky,

Can’t I rather be a bird who would just explore the world and simply fly?

Aashish Kochhar