Remarked Fate

By Hiranmayi Anukul

Many a time, many a place,

I be not struck with much embrace,

But at that time at that place,

I make way to find a pace.

Work of love, works of art,

Make no matters in my part.

Who longs forgiveness I not succeed,

In this underlying world there is no glance at needs.

Work up the mettle, challenge all,

For what is to come isn’t what is to fall.

Loose ropes grip on to thee,

Where matter to speak of free.

Shouten out calls of praise,

Cry the loudest of they who embrace.

Make the awl sharper than knives,

To cut through victory and provoke his eyes.

Many a time, many a place,

I be struck with much embrace.

And at that time at that place,

I outshine the prisons of fate.

By Hiranmayi Anukul