Countless threads of life,
Many in yellow And many white.
Yet none of them
Can move or glide.
For destiny, dear folks
It Never picks any side.
An immovable boulder
That many wish,
They could fight.
But spirits they
Could only yell,
Out in quite.
Threads of red
And threads of black.
Destiny a game
Where many lack.
For when there's longing,
You can never turn back.
The threads of all colours
And threads of all sorters
They forever lie in the hands
Of the supreme controller.
Be it Fortune or misfortune
They never last...
Along with Fits of rage,
And lovers at bay!
Everything's temporary
In life my dear
Though you'd rather
They stay!
For destiny you see!
Would it
budge for once!
When it sees them
Lovers splitting,
And men falling apart!
But then there's you
Who's Searching for
some sympathy In it,
Akeen to looking
for a needle.....
in a sack of hay.
For it is a great boulder!
Can't hear your screams!
Can't hear you wail!
Even when your Life's at stake,
and there's nothing left to say,
It still chooses disobey.
Yet one thing for sure.
The only great teacher
Besides this boulder
Is no one but life my dear.
While destiny teaches you to stay put,
Life teaches you to move away.
~Sam
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O my god! O my god!
Guys is this actually written. By. Me!!!
Dude! This turned out sooooo good!
I am actually happy with the results.
Shocking!
Also, this is the most effort I have put in a poem...
Loved how it turned out😭
W. Hardwork pays off🗣️🗣️
Anyways, so, I would love to thank
HopelessRomanticPoo for the topic
"A poem on destiny"
Girl I have pushed myself so hard for this one!
Hope you like it.🤗 Guys.
Thx. I had fun writing this.
And please don't forget to vote and comment ✨
Forever in your heart 💜
And bue bue ❤️
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