Destiny And Dance Of Will Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Rain as an unbiased boon blesses all,
Every seed grows to reach stature its own.
But man's desires and dreams play role no small,
Once born, get burst into blossoms unknown,
And thought by thought channels anew create,
Weeds duly plucked, seedlings getting watered,
A fragrant garden grows at destined date,
Or woods of wild weeds flourish undeterred.
Marauding rivers get tamed like wild beast,
Waters saved to bring back arid land's smiles;
Life has its own momentum, fate fares least,
It is man that steers to the destined miles,
If man still seems to bow to destiny,
He's bestowed too with free will aplenty.
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Sonnets | 02.01.16 |