Puppet’s Choice

You can’t choose to be a puppet,

Helpless in someone’s hand,

That is not comfortable,

Swollowing the pride to survive.

You can choose to be a unicorn,

Unique and different from others,

Happy regardless of any circumstances,

Unchanged by the world and its way.

You can decide your way, rough or smooth,

But clean and straightforward that is rare,

Yet brings you peace and contenment,

As life is simple if you keep it simple.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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