Free Will Stuck On Isle
Not a leaf moves, they say, sans His will,
There’s no point trudging on a steep hill.
God smiles, veiling His guile,
Says with a perplexed smile:
Fate is fine but what of your free will?
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Tongue-in-cheek | 04.08.15 |Limerick
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2021
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