Had I married a spouse of my own choice, 
Perhaps, my life may have been much better! 
This thought in mind becomes a haunting voice, 
Though none can vouch its truth in its letter.
None can predict the past or future trends; 
A certain risk is there in everything; 
On our decisions, one's life much depends; 
We ought to take all things as life may bring.
No road or lane on earth is ideal one; 
Love marriage isn't a state of perfection; 
Sometimes, we walk or trudge or even run; 
Immunity comes just by infection! 
Successes / failures are a part of life; 
A greater bliss is when you combat strife.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-12-2016                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    