Fate maybe a chance
a moment of trance
Just take a glance
Flip the pages
the diary of efforts
take the pen of imagination
a ruler of discipline
draw a line
or doodle an event
maybe that’s what fate awaits
to fulfil the desires that you write
not always predestined
a stubborn determined bull
may break a wall
cling with all might
you may wake up tall
not all realities are true
Not all fake
just take the strength
they might bend
light travels straight
that’s what we read
But euphoric, the moment
when they say, “it bends”
upon the night crawls
the wisdom takes deep breathe
upon retrospection
a sober inside calls
you need to start again
fire the bullet straight
oh, mule run the race….
its not the moment to regret…