In every eye lies a mystery,
A timeline, a history.
It requires a spark,
to create a loud mark.
Every soul is a genius,
a singer, a poet and a dancer.
There is a curtain
behind which, a riot of colours.
There is always a fire,
to be someone big, a desire.
A goal to reach,
someone to preach,
a song to sing, a truth to bring.
Do not wait,
do not hesitate.
It is what you make,
not up to fate.
Jump and gallop,
take a big stride,
make it your own ride.
Yes, Anjali, we are all special, with unique talents and gifts. Everyone should make the best of what they have and share it with others. Thank you for sharing Peace
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Indeed, it is what you make, not up to fate. I strongly concur with your conviction as l believe that forces of the mind can be employed to control forces of fate. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.