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Destiny

‘Am stopped dead on my track

‘Coz my thoughts have gone to naught;

What if I ask my mind?

For unforeseen  reasons I got to grind.

            How long should I graft?

            When the struggle for existence is already on.

            It’s life line that I got to pick

            To stretch as far as I could.

It’s the mind that no one cares

‘Coz it’s shattered every now and then;

Yet they say, the master of all

Is the ‘Mind’ that’s least of all cared.

            Dwindling trust that spoils my hope,

            Fading faith that wrecks my soul;

            How often should I break my heart?

            To survive on ‘The Road to Destiny?’