Fate

Thou art tongue-tied, once fate has the stage. Only the benighted reciprocates with outrage. Oblivious man tried to plan ahead boldly, To mold his fortune with one last longing. He forgot one thing, fate had his plans too. Meeting is a coincidence, friendship is a choice, Love is destiny, comes out of the blue. If you are willing follow the lead, No escape though, fate drags the reluctant too. What if we prepare our own future and call it fate? to shake off the burden. Having no weight on our shoulders, leaning on a superior is our guerdon. But if no one is willing to be the bridge, We’ll wait on the shore until the apocalypse. The route is clear, fate is real. If you want proof, just listen to your heartbeat. But all the turns and turnovers belong to the passenger. So, you neither dominate your life, nor desperate against it.