Hope And Destiny-A Sonnet From 'Indian Sonnets' Poem by Syed Faizan

All things that are and those that have yet been,
Are but mere waves on times eternal flow,
All that the world doth see and has yet seen,
Shall fade away from sight, a mere shadow;
Wherefrom do these immortal waves arise,
That labor on to kiss their native shore,
How many suns shall rise and set and rise,
Each just the same as that which set before.
How shall a man, a mote be truly free
Of flux in cyclic time-hope! It stands
Alone, bids us, 'repose in destiny',
An answer to the man who understands-
That life but leads us to our destiny,
As myriad rivers end -all in the sea.