The boat is tied by the river side
Water is coming down to the ebb
In this game of ebb and tide
Life passes by the side of the sea
Sometimes fierce, sometimes frigid
The flow of river is very strange
In this way passes the wheel of life
Everything has been arranged in stages.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2022 21:09
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
at least it seems to be
we so yearn, to affix meaning
to the chaos of our universe..
but someday
we'll uncover the science of randomness
and we'll understand
that which we can influence, we should
that we can't impact, we need to accept
lest we waste a life, swimming
in cyclical rivers of fate...
(an intriguing read, thanks for sharing)
Many thanks for the appreciation. An illustrious narrative.
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