When everything blurs and we are in state where we cannot understand what can we do further. Are usually the points when we might be confronted by something untold. How we conquer it ? Well, the choice of course lies in our own hands.
Every creature be it human or not possess his own emotions the very thing that is obstacle of our development and at times the pinnacle of our pride which make stride towards our fears fearlessly. Something such is the basic idea of my poem.
Life is a path With each one, his own set of wrath In this path, we meet some folk The meeting feels like destiny's lock We share ideas and render our outlook We start to believe in the world out of of the book The path seems nothing but clear And hurdles bring an … Continue reading Time’s Destiny