Fate Poem by Perveiz Ali

Ardous struggle to fight through in life,
Plans designed, abandoned during strife.

Why must we constrain one's woven dream?
Restrict our desires, cutting off the flowing stream.

To channel our efforts in this hard life's game,
Rising above the callousness brought by fame.

They say Man is the architect of his own fate,
Seems the threads blend together too late.

After all is said and done, we are straws in the breeze,
Bent in so many ways, trying not to let passion freeze!


10/05/2014