When to destiny’s approach I heartily give way
And ponder no more on my present state,
I feel my existence moulded like a lump of malleable clay
And shaped by that divine hand who guides our fate.
A beautiful quatrain where you express your willingness to be moulded in divine hands like a lump of malleable clay without dreading Destiny's approach that cannot be prevented or counteracted!
Yes we are puppets in the hands of God........succinct yet the very truth spelt out here......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so true, , , , well said