In Gratitude to My Destiny
had always toyed with
this idea we call destiny
is it some pre-programmed stuff?
is it scripted by me?
i could never decide
whenever i felt myself
an agent of some force
i became a mere toy
in the hands of destiny that
turned me into a mere spectator and
whenever the agent took back seat
i became a proud architect
of my destiny struttering around in glory
but
...still at times
when i no longer have
the nerve to take
just another wink
i wonder what it would be
if you were with me
and at times as these
i see the invisible hand of destiny
waving her hand in victory and
giving me a wry smile at
my utter helplessness
this is how destiny
has charted its course
for me in this life...
is what i tell myself unwillingly, though...
no longer in youthful arrogance
i now see
what i'm is
what my destiny
doled out to me
in all its benevolence.
poem by Redscar McOdindo K'Oyuga
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