Fate thy verity

                    Fate thy verity

 

An intertwined web, the crossways of life,

Where’s the fate? To oversee man’s strife,

Now a master, ah then puppet to adapt

And drop curtsy to an unseen fates craft. 

 

How must the destiny work? No one knows,

A man works or not, the unseen wind blows,

Who works its tones? Kind or slashing harsh,

Sands to verdure, yet water seeping to marsh.

 

So baffling thy role! Ah the duality of thy face,

Now a pleasantry; then don scowls of disgrace,

Countless years rolled on, bring forth the view

Of thy verity and baffling enigma, for long due.

 

O Fate, thou hast but never worked on water,

Change its role, why must ye slay men at altar?

Nay on the Sun to mislay or the Moon lose light,

Ye won’t lay hands on the predestined, thy fate!

 

The Providence hath granted a battery of powers,

Humans are makers their own, though fate hovers,

Veiled in the guise of fate, to the weary an escape!

The Unseen hand is Unique, with print on landscape


By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, November 16, 2025

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