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Fight or flight,
Are the two options,
Nature’s MCQs supply. 
But I see two more;
All of the above.
None of the above.
My pencil hovers,
On the latter two.

For I don’t want to fight
But flying away won’t work, right?
Thus I stay,
Dangling between the two.

I pumped myself to fight,
“Fly, fly!”, the inner me cried.
So I was ready to take off,
Far away from the sight of war.
“Come here, you coward”
I heard myself shout.

Now I stand
With one hand
evolved Into a spear.
On the other hand, gathers,
Uncountable feathers.

Some days I fight as well as fly,
Some days, however I just sit and cry.


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