Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca
Poems choose their poets
Passion chooses its lovers
Palettes choose their artists
Darkness chooses the light
Stars choose their heavens
Stripes chose the Zebra
Tusks chose the Elephant
Antlers chose the stag
The roar chose the Lion
The hiss chose the Snake
Fall chooses its colors, or does He ordain that?
Winter color is mostly white
With some shades of grey
Families, race, ethnicity and skin color are chosen for us.
Life is given to each one
The gift of a ticket-less journey
Be the ride bumpy or smooth
The path is not strewn with roses
Silver spoons feed random mouths
The choice of destination to be wisely planned.
The hour of death is not of our choosing
Copyright Kavita 2020
A deeply contemplative piece addressing existential concerns.
Editorial Note:- I’m not entirely convinced that the final line adds anything to the overall impact of the poem itself.Its gravitas seems unbalanced.
Thank you for your comment Louis. your feedback is respected, as poetry is always open to interpretation.
perhaps only when one is inside a poet’s mind, can one fathom the true meaning of the words in a poem.
A delightfully engaging and insightful piece quite different , thematically,from Kavita’s other poems.
1st part of Choosings
Interesting poem…on different choices …to form this variegated existence …
Thank you for your comment, Pushmaotee Subrun.