Fate Poem by SALINI NAIR
Fate
Move the crazy way unknown
There path was narrow bended
Stuck the way muddy and snippy
All alone look at heights
Whisper that you close my ways
A fool cliché the old concept
My notions may take to heights
But the fate crafted seize it
Need to be a driver with brilliance
Other ways clog in the midst of bend
Effort is the base of achievement
Merit that argue with good luck
There the pave is not empty always
But will find a track always! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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We are all under the magic spell of fate..............nicely composed
There are two types of fate. One is definite and final and nobody can change it. The other is hung and is in our hands.
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4/28/2024 6:33:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Effort is the base of achievement and effort along with action builds fate. Beautiful explanation on realization of life's fate. It finds a track always. Nicely penned. Nice piece of work shared on the desk.