Not to make choice

It will be unwise not to make choice If so, then you will have no voice Things may go from good to bad Events may turn in disfavor to make you sad Choice can’t be wrong As they are not meant to be cheap song They are to be made out of compulsion Merely to stand fast against the confusion You have choice when things are lying in abundance You have all means to enjoy it at once You are blessed with all fortune Things move in favor with fine tune The choice disappears as soon as time runs out All worries and troubles may surface to worry about You will be pushed in the corner to think seriously The attack will be from all sides continuously Choice is for the rich and not poor They will be shunted from door to door No one may land sympathetic ear You may suffer endlessly for years The sufferer may have no choice As he has to surrender and fulfill the promises That he will abide by all conditions Suppress all views and no more ignitions Only brave people can make choice Rest all may die daily with threat of demise They can do nothing amidst constant threat The choice may be hardly considered great