Destiny engraves itself at every birth
Embroiling life with its gingerly touch
Solemnly we follow all her calls
Taunting adversities fighting with fate
Impregnated with worries life lives in a dismal state
Nauseated we may bow to the predestined
Yet yearn to rise above Fate and Destiny.
By Binita Jha
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