Destiny Poem by Chayan Sarkar

Whatever may be you
Only consider as human,
Only with two hands,
Not more than one face.

Though human higher than others,
None predicts his destiny clear.
Just like the poor ships unable
To recognize the icebergs as knell.

How tragic the life is,
Not only for the human,
Even a ship gets wrecked
As our relatives meet injured.

A ship getting coloured
When technicians give birth.
Likewise by mother's hard pang
Human seems innocent and bright.

Life becomes hopeful,
When it holds tools of hope.
There also when feast takes,
Joyful ship run its own way.

Future teller he may not be
Yet brave pilot makes his journey.
But humans are bound with rope
Restrict rules and regulations of God.