written by: Bilquis Fatima
Holding her invisible pen in hand
Destiny incessantly writes
Scripts and speeches of million kinds
Making life a miraculous mirage.
Sometimes hail sometimes flower
Fate on me too showers.
Living each day, I look no further.
For I know someone else holds the rudder.
Blessings I welcome with open hands
Miseries I accept with folded hands.
In spite of my best effort fate steers my path
Rewarding me though with an alternate path.
Chained by destiny yet the bird in me
Flutters its wings to touch the sky.
I pray patiently for a miracle to loom
And deliver me the valley of blissful bloom.
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