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Bend and blend

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…