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Jul 18
It’s strange, we say we’re in control, but nothing’s in our hands,
We live in a grand illusion, following life’s hidden plans.
We think we guide our journey, but the script is written deep,
In endless loops, we walk, as fate its secrets keeps.

Do you not ponder on the loop, the endless, hidden dance,
Where only when conditions meet, we glimpse a second chance?
Do you not wonder why some souls align with yours so true,
While others drift apart, their paths not intertwined with you?

A piece of bread, a bit of wealth, possessions we attain,
The clothes we wear, the loves we choose, all part of fate’s refrain.
What’s meant for you will find its way, what’s not will pass you by,
So flow with life, accept its course, beneath the boundless sky.

Break free from these routines, seek answers to the hows and whys,
In silent moments, find your peace beneath the starry skies.
Embrace the journey, trust the path, let mysteries unfold,
For in the flow, you'll find your way, as destiny is told.
Written by
Aslam M  48/M/India
(48/M/India)   
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