FATE

                                                                         FATE
I have often felt
As though on the way up to the peak,
There was no road anywhere.
Perhaps there is one somewhere or nowhere;
I cannot delay
Looking for a readymade way;
So I made one today
Once I chose the way, it was always half-way
No matter it is the correct way or not
I pushed up my way, rather to be precise I made my way;
The path seemed to pursue my way;
I can't say whether it was smooth or hard;
All I knew was that it was the only way I knew;
When I felt I reached the peak
I was surrounded by so many peaks;
In advance fate never speaks,
To whomsoever who seeks
In the labyrinthine mountains of human thoughts.