Resolve
One tree makes
A million match sticks
But one matchstick can devastate
Millions of trees
Yet the hashish (grass)
That makes
A moment of exhilaration
Could makes
One become
A peddler of the exotics (heroin)
For life
Or become incarcerated
In a dark cell of deprivation
With one’s own
Self blame and defeat
Which one you would choose?
A matchstick?
Or a pot of grass?
The answer
Is blowing in the air
It is nether this nor that
But the resolve
To tame the mind
With one’s own
Inbuilt Will Power
