The most esoteric thing which decides the fate of every being that is almost impalpable and intangible that no clairvoyance is good enough to predict it.
DESTINY
You can turn a prince to pauper
And flip a failure to prosper
Without any reason to decide
To deal the challenges you provide
You make things go wild
Even they are meek and mild
To anticipate you is an enigma
For your presence is a dogma
All we could do is to dare
To stand up for and bear
When things take a sheer turn
Not knowing what's in the Urn
We can only hope for the best
Counting on the supreme for the rest
For we get to know you
Only when we reach you
As you are different for every one
To take on you there is none
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