(After a borrowed opening line, my own verse follows)
The sky inscribed my fate with its own pen,
Then sealed my fortune, darkening my days.
O God, shatter the inkwell of Heaven —
For all I’d woven, it unraveled, erased
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
(After a borrowed opening line, my own verse follows)
The sky inscribed my fate with its own pen,
Then sealed my fortune, darkening my days.
O God, shatter the inkwell of Heaven —
For all I’d woven, it unraveled, erased
"A contemporary poem, beginning with a borrowed line from classical Persian poetry, expressing a personal cry against a predestined fate
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