(This poetry has been inspired by the numerous plans that has back fired in my life and to know that signs are everywhere, and I had been ignoring them. I am submitting myself to those signs and letting fate control whatever it has in store for me...once).
My ink ruined the parchment.
Of a beautiful story I planned.
The paintbrush on the canvas,
But I did not know and alas,
Heavens sent a downpour,
Spoils my dreams and nigh.
Would have been okay if I,
Took a shelter of any kind.
But a shelter I did not find.
The signs that deplore,
What is not meant to be,
Shall never end a happy.
And signs demand acknowledgement.
That only fate shall command.
peace-dr.Diksha
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