The Play of Destiny

The Bard of Avon has said it perfectly right That the world is a stage, and we humans Are but characters that play their roles Assigned by the all-powerful providence. Let none be proud of one’s achievements Nor bask in the warm glory of successes For every individual has the potential Alas! That expresses upon fate’s inputs. Let no one mock at another’s failures Nor underestimate their latent worth For all those born with some qualities Don’t fare well for want of prospects. Let it be clear that everyone is born great But goes off course by the uneven bends Thrown in generous measure by destiny Make his aspiration beyond the reach. All said and done it is the quirk of fate That determines a person’s success rate Some meet success though unworthy and The tides of destiny sink many a deserving.