Fed up of troubles and fed up of pains
I appealed to The Lord, human life is so lame
I want to be reborn and have a pretty life
Make me something where I don’t have strife
A smile played on his lips, you could call it mischievous
Of course dear, choice is yours, just be cautious
I was delirious, facing so many options
Oh, how to choose, how to avoid the wantons
I wanted to be beautiful, to be colorful and soft
Make me a flower; nothing can go wrong I scoffed
Very well he said, you shall be a flower
But your figure and color is not in my power
You could be the red rose in a lover’s hand
Or a carnivorous one in a forbidden land
Stumped by reality, I rechecked my choices
Make me a tree, strong and harmless
Very well he said, you shall be a tree
But your type and trunk, I cannot guarantee
You could be a tree laden with fruits and climbers
Or a dry one, your trunk used only for death pyres
I thought and thought, silly ideas away I cast
Make me a water body, flowing and vast
Very well he said, you shall be water
But your place and taste, I cannot alter
You could be a river quenching everyone’s thirst
Or could be a part of quick sand, none would trust
I understood then, the meaning of his words
Humbled I was, before the all-knowing Lord
I know what I want to be, let me be human
This time I will try to be more humane
I don’t care about the color, type or place
At least I can mould my future at my own pace