Spinning Destiny
SPINNING DESTINY
Spinning of Destiny
Never stops.
Unseen its designs,
Defying all rationale,
Mocking human scrutiny
And cures to avert its decrees!
Its moves unknown
But not unfelt.
Its hushed hooves
Shocking and stunning us
All unawares!
History is a museum
Of the dead,
The sepulcher
Of the sagacious and the saintly,
The virtuous and vicious,
Wherein guide
The ghostly moves
Of the curate-
Our present
In the shadows and reflections
Into the deceptive future,
Through the hoary past,
With rosy innocence!
And the innocent mortals,
In all their smartness,
Are liberally duped,
And smarted
Into the cadence of life.
Spinning never stops.
So spin, spin life in,
And spin life out,
Within and without.
O dear destiny!
poem by Raghukul Bhushan
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