Everything in our life
Stands ever fixed,
Pre-determined,
Lotted or slotted to us
Success and failure
Happily and sadly
Varied variegated,
Vividly mixed...
What we finally reap--
Whether publicly smile
Or privately weep -
Is the consequence
Of what we do
Or intentionally undo;
In the unsecured journey
Of this disdainful life
On the strenuous road
Strewn with thorns
With beautiful roses,
Pregnant with high hopes
And blissful happiness,
Pre-ordained, pre-destined!
