"Man is the maker of his destiny" someone went to say
as his path,somehow, he would carve as it came his way.
But one could never predict or come to know
of what all,enroute,life in its own style,show.
None are blessed with the power of a seer
that we cant predict of whats happening further
as what is going to be one's own, cant be said, fate
as, is never known, as to what was out to create.
Some of them are bound to be melancholic
as that is what, for them,life is out to pick.
Yet somehow , few people, manage to win
and hence, in life, are always sanguine.
Yet it isnt that always one has to suffer
or that luck will be there,with anyone, forever
as there will be always some sort of a balance
which, of life, relects the beautiful essence.
On how things turn out to be, none can give a glance
as, from time immemorial, contingent on the circumstance.
But one must, from life, be pleased what all we can get
and not to feel bad, miserable and think to regret.
So far this is what i could think and write
as from life, this is what i've managed to sight.
Just as will be, after sadness, there is some mirth
one will have to realise the importance and worth!!
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