Destiny


The gushing waters,
A flow ever perrenial,
Ever fresh,
Ever new,
Mingled into oneness.
The Tide,
Guided by gravity,
Which decides its height.
As it changes,
So also is man's destiny,
Guided by God's blessings alone,
Which makes us blessed,
To be a blessing.

M.Jagadeswary

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