A Lump Of Clay (A Quatrain) Poem by Rajesh Thankappan
A Lump Of Clay (A Quatrain)
When to destiny’s approach I heartily give way
And ponder no more on my present state,
I feel my existence moulded like a lump of malleable clay
And shaped by that divine hand who guides our fate.
A beautiful quatrain where you express your willingness to be moulded in divine hands like a lump of malleable clay without dreading Destiny's approach that cannot be prevented or counteracted!
Yes we are puppets in the hands of God........succinct yet the very truth spelt out here......
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4/24/2024 5:01:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
so true, , , , well said