Fate Poem by Phurpa Wangdi

though born in this world
fate governs us like slaves
everyone strives for perfection
yet nobody is perfect

some are short
laughed by others
some are deaf, blind, dumb
heart of them shatters

life turns out not as we wish
but with the plans of god
its all karma
we die again and yet again

though imperfect
life chose us
so we are still alive
be content with it

those who are more than you
aren't always happy
worries follows to their grave
be happy that's life