What Happens Is Destiny
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am a football; so is everyone.
Births dropp us and deaths take us. In between
We are tossed by legs that are forces,
Into space and ground pulled by gravity.
It is not in my hand where I would go
Nor is it in the referee either.
One’s destiny is not predetermined.
What is happening is the destiny.
04.08.2010
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