My Choice

People carry so much hate in their hearts
It is like, they are filled with venom
Never did I try to actually hurt them
Hate, they are filled with.
My silence often everyone interprets as my weakness
They think they can just dominate me in the manner they desire
However, that is certainly not true
As I choose to be silent and calm because it is my choice
It is a choice which I have made, in order to live happily
Messing up with others is not what I do want
I just wish that things forever remain calm
Never, do I want to harm anyone, even with words
My choice is love, rest depends upon you.

poem by Rohit Sapra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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