Alas! Again you get weak,
but
fortunately
you are strong,
what is all these?
The irony of
an ant
is
in it's colony.
The
fate
of a soldier
is
to defend his/her Nation.
The fate of a man,
even we more esteemed
is
too deep to be seen
but easy to be accepted and twisted.
It takes your
fate
to show you
your place
in this life.
For
fate
is like
a map.

Love is like a wounded and wet
bird.
Seen by
a hungry
and
gameless
hunter.
Kept beside the fire lighted
for warmth.
Brought up
and
nurtured gradually
and left with a vertinary doctor
to heal
and
keep.