A cruel destiny
takes all the three children’s life
the parents remain unconsoled.
A merciful destiny
gives them another child the next year
a consolation for the loss.
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Tag: Destiny
None can win over
what would you ask?
even the cleverest would not
succeed to win over
what is that you ask?
not the fastest would
be able to win over
what again you would ask?
the luckiest would not
be able to win over
what could it be you ask?
going right and left
strolling round and round
I knit my brows looking at you
have you not got it?
my turn to ask
It is destiny that is unconquerable
that is invincible and all powerful.
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The Destiny.
Great is the destiny
never beaten by any
it is ever invincible
never it is possible
to overthrow and succeed
it is a strong fort indeed
requires a mind to accept
as there is a precept
that destiny is unbeatable
The sweat goes without saying
through the throng in a going
with only a few being occupied
the rest remain satisfied
enjoying the fruits of the hard-working
passing comments without reckoning
not doing things at all in the move
but kidding over that being done with a reprove
building over the perspiration of those who do
finally ejecting them out from the main stream in a go
that has been the fate of those who toil
not leaving anything in the midst of the boil
tending with great care and attention
really getting nothing back only detention.
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My Destiny
Preparing the stage with labour
writing the documents with fervour
focusing on issues with insight
drafting the replies with foresight
has been my way of doing
when there comes the enacting
it is a quite overcoming by my 
better half
who steals the limelight with a big laugh
that stings me to the very bottom
and sinks my spirit to the autumn
quickly reconciling to the destiny
throwing out in disgust my last penny.
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The Work Load
The work not lets me go
even though I become slow
I have to resume my flow
no matter however low
and tired I go about.
With the program piling up one by one
not of great importance in the run
I have to fight not with the gun
but get along without any fun
well that has been my life out-and-out.
The small things getting over
while the great things slip lower
the unremarkable flies up to the tower
while the valid goes down the shower
Oh! that has been me without a shout.
The happenings getting distinguished
the distinct get relinquished
while the shadow remains not vanquished
the pertinent disappears and becomes finished
Gosh! that has been the direction about.
Wondering is it the same to all
Do all experience the same call ?
Never did I play with any different ball
as I work my livelihood with a 
Lo! that has been my destiny without a doubt.
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The Role Of Destiny
As I lay retrospective for long
the memory of my ancestor rushed along
she being an innocent lady beautiful
very pleasant mannered and wonderful
being tossed by destiny hapless
coming in the form of her daughter in law
who gave her no respect whatsoever
who taunted and teased her 
threw her out of the house with contempt
while the lady being dignified preempted
living a simple life in an ancient house
a way away from her family house
cooking all by herself till her death
doing her chores all by herself without any assistance
fearing to sleep in the night alone without attendance
she came to the house where her family lived
with her dinner in hand all well settled
slept peacefully in her own bedding
at the stroke of five in the morning
she walked back to her place of living
as years kept on running
she became bedridden and sick
being forced to stay in her family house without any pick
she lay unconscious for a few days never so in her long life
passed away calmly as she had lived breathing out
the daughter in law who shooed her off
got ill a few years after and was treated with a fuss
but had to die in a place outside her house
That be the greatness of destiny all said and done
whatever one wishes never works out even in fun
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Money Everywhere.
Money taking the upper part
wherein we know not in short.
overtaking the factual to a degree
beheading truth in a steady
gobbling the reality fully
implicating a riot gleefully
leading to a destruction entirely
which is not seen immediately
but would surface in a while slowly
showing the doers their callousness
while they being exposed in greatness
with that the manipulation of money power
will never stop but go in strides in a hover
sealing the community to a futureless destiny.
The evening was sultry and hot.
There was no breeze to cool out.
It was unpleasant all through.
While sitting heaving and puffing in the patio
Got calls from friends in a row.
Each one expressing a strain sad
Emphasizing the unkindness meted out.
The senior one wished to die
holding strongly destiny in her hands.
The other one cursed his siblings to a tragic death.
adorning himself in a prophetical garb.
The last one was in bad health.
Depression had taken its toll.
He had shed his snobbish pride,
Lo!looked demure and desolate,
The poor weakling wished nothing, cursed none,
He only longed for peace to return.
These added up to the heat around.
Making one to think and think aloud.
Finally found out that
Happiness is within ourselves
Not anywhere else.
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Born As A Woman
Loathe being born as a woman,
As have to serve yeomen,
First to obey the parents,
Second to go behind the husband,
Third look after the children,
Best of all to appease the society.
A woman is compared to a flower,
Soft, delicate and tender,
As a rough handle destroys the flower,
So a tough stand shatters the woman.
While the flower loses its beauty,
The woman’s grace vanishes mostly.
While her patience is misunderstood,
Her sincerity is exploited,
As her slogging is made use of,
Her cry for recognition,
Is not taken care of.
Leaving her at man’s mercy.
She toils day in and day out,
Un mindful of her health,
Never paying attention to her welfare,
Always putting her family first ,
By stooping to low ebbs,
Granting a happy 
picture perfect.
Confined by limitations,
As she is from the weaker sex,
Restricted by the filial ties,
As she is governed by the family,
She untiringly goes about,
Thinking of nothing great.
Later her body crumbles due to age,
Her legs wobble under pressure,
The hands present an awkward move,
While her face acquires a gaunt,
She staggers along the way,
Awaiting the call of the day.
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