Poem – Who Decides Your Destiny
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I decided to meet the maker
after a long conversation with myself
before beginning the journey
I stated to check the balance sheet of my life
by carefully following my past
I am a total failure from my childhood and
failure was my only friend who stood with me all the time
No dreams have given colours to my life as
I forgot to dream in the midst of
all cacophonies around me
Reality, to me, was just a charcoal artist and
obviously they showed dark shades only.
I was greatly relieved
when juvenile said goodbye to me.
I smiled at least I have passed fourteen years
and I am more closer to reach
the place from which I came from.
Nothing was different in my youthful days
fate became the winner once again in our challenge
I proved to be a fool again
When I decided to wear the coat of an optimist
Never I was fine
Pain, who was the life partner of mine from the
beginning of my life accompanied in my awkward age too
I hold faith and hope with me always
but both leave me alone forever
I lose the courage to fight with my destiny
as the balance sheet of my life is a
clear white paper with some light marks
made by my tears – useless tears
After reviewing the past the future comes to my mind
the time I become merely a body without soul
some will come to attend my funeral
just to inquire reason of my demise
others to create stories.
Everybody drop in there comes
only to develop their creativity rather than
paying condolence to my body
None will shed tears for me
genuinely as they lose nothing.
This thought stroked me for a while
Why my life turned to be something worthless?
Fate had done much to me
But what I gave it as return?
I just respond to it
and reach in a conclusion to end my life
Who can change me if I decided to fail
Somebody told me that I am a failure
and I believe them blindly
Some of my choices proven wrong
and the results mocked at me
Meantime I confirm their words
Now I am realizing that this was the worst decision
I have ever made
I am no longer a fool to conceive in someone’s words
I want to be myself
rather than an advice driven stupid ,
who have no identity at all
Till now I believed that
god is the one who teaches us corruption and bribery
as he take care of rich only
but now I realize god is your work , attitude,
self respect and more than that” you yourself”.
Here begins my re-birth
I am here to travel anywhere I like
without any proper destination
I love to rely on the thought that I haven’t fall in here
and will never go from here
My soul remains here till the world ends and
creator of my destiny is “me myself”.
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