Life's Path

I had a hope for myself,

Once upon a time.

With a smile on my face,

I took the course of life,

What brought me in its path,

Was never a desire,

I dared to comply.

I still carried on,

For it was my fate.

I walked a while,

Then yearned to stop.

But I was too late-

For once I start,

Intransigent it felt.

I stared ahead,

And rambled on.

While trotting forth,

I met the sui generis,

Who calls himself-

The mighty Fate.

He gave me a brief glance,

And chuckled mirthfully.

Unsettling his fellow underling.

For the sceptical glance-

The Fate replied,

"You walk or run

Trouble will come

You sit or stand

It never is mad

You hide or seek

Eternal- a wow

You smile or cry

Languidly it stands"

Fate stated with rue.

I rang the words,

Sighed to myself-

And reflected.

I'll walk in my style;

For whatever

Or wherever

Flight was, or is

Never a discretion.

By- RovenaNatasha

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