More than ninety morns and eves of hard labours
In the mere hope of feeding their dear souls
The peasants tilled, sowed and weeded in the fields.
Alas! Went awry all things and lost their labours
Of toiling under more than ninety moons, suns and showers.
When the floods that swept and drown all the grains-
An untold misery gifted by destiny of fierce farces!
A beautiful maiden in her teens
With the eyes of deer, the rosy wet soft lips
The rounded lotus face, the gesture of angelic walks
Was she an idol and role model of many fans
Of all young and old the adoration of all ages.
What a fate that befalls on her- the hard times
When from small pox or some black pestilence she suffers,
There ends her fairness, loveliness and all attractiveness.
Destiny is such of many beautiful adorable girls!
Modi,the tea seller- the 15th prime minister of India he becomes,
Lincoln, the hawker became the 18th president of US:
The great two counterparts of different periods,
The achievement of hard work and honest efforts,
What a beautiful destiny each of them gets!
May be many thousand moments of darkness
In a moment an immortal victory of gloriousness,
A moment of pleasure and happiness
May be many thousand days of sinful curse,
Or a beggar becomes an emperor of empresses,
Or, may be thousand years of hard works
A single moment of destruction to all destiny befalls:
The sky may be dry or may cry with flooded tears
The stars may shine or be shaken in flashes,
Except destiny nothing is certain in this world like this.
To be remembered with firmness
Caring, sharing, loving and living with togetherness
The sole satisfaction all souls can gain in all places
Before death or any fate befalls to all human beings
To maintan the natural laws and its unbreakable rules,
Otherwise nature provides every one its catastrophes
Whether one ignores the assigned duties or other takes the great risks,
Death is the ultimate destiny of all creatures.
