Idiomatic poem
Beggars aren't choosers
Only if you are a beggar
Or consider yourself one
You lose your liberties
To choose and make choices
Ships are safe in the harbours
But that's not what ships are made for
They are designed for the oceans and turbulence
So if you are comfortably cozy in your corner
Consider yourself docked for few hours
After which you have to make a shift
In life from one end to the other
Petals that fall are still worth
You can still get lovely fragrances
Falling not always means it's an end
Sometimes it's a beginning
Of a whole new life
After falling from a beautiful surrounding
Don't be a prisoner of your dreams
Let the dreams be dreams
Live in reality
That's far wiser than dreaming
For dreams end when you wake
But reality follows when dreams break
Don't be guided by others wisdom
For they could be misguided fools
One should follow ones own judgements
You'll never be fooled if you follow your intuitions
Once a wise woman judged the end
And it followed the same
Though the so called wise men had different opinion