The Seed Called Deed
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Let lay wisdom say, by fate is man made,
But made he's by what his driving will is.
Tuned to desire, the will pushing ahead
To perform deeds, poor fate loses its lease.
Ah deeds! The destiny's sole karmic lea,
Which, if kept verdant lush green for long years—
Not left dull grey—fetches fate's fair cheers,
Fortune nor fate, man alone seems mighty,
Willed by man's busy will does fortune lead,
Least by stars, whose own fate's not set in stone,
No starry strings know what whit makes their bone.
And fortune if favours the seed called deed,
And if seed grows in soil garnished by me,
Strange if I blame or bow to destiny.
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Sonnets | 01.05.14 |
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