Modes of Transportation

"Is choice necessary for happiness?", asked the young man by the road,
To the richest lord, without any anger, fear or hope,
The lord spake through his eyes, dumbfounded was he,
For he did not understand, why this baby?
For he was the one she loved, the most;
Withered, tattered, but still full of hope.
A quake was felt, hurt - everything without a word,
Still is the young man, and his new promise - remote.

What should he carry - love, perceived reality, tribute, lifestyle or hope?
His decision was not binary, nor was it a suicide note.
Outcome is not decision, and decision not hope,
Someday he will choose a CRV, or probably just a Maruti,
Publicity never his game, but he may encounter sufficient pain,
Uncertainty is inevitable, but is every risk really manageable?

A day will come when he will look back,
and leave the tribute, love, lifestyle, hope all back.
Space, time and dimensions - all unknown,
Leave the earth, wind, water, fire and sky alone.