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Narendra Kuppan

(28.12.1986 / Bangalore)

Fate


Life is a Game
Fate is an Umpire
You are a Player
In your Play Fate is not a True Umpire
As you are the Player and it's your Play.

Life is a Game
Fate is an Umpire
You are a Player
In your Play Fate is not a True Umpire
But how you played in your Game is later said as your Fate.

Life is a Game
Where every one has an Entrance and Exit
Life is a Game where every one has a Role to Play
But Fate is not which makes you Play
But you play and say it is Fate.

Fate does not decide your Play
Because, you are the one who Play

Life is a Game
Where you should play a good Play which should decide your Fate
Don't let your fate to decide your play
Play a Sincere play thinking you are here only to play
Then there is nothing for your Fate to do with your Play

Submitted: Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (9/27/2013 12:05:00 PM)

    Life is a Game where every one as a Role to Play...has? a role to play? i'm not sure i like the use of umpire here. but your idea of people controlling their own play is interesting, and the idea of fate not really being fate is unique. i'm not sure i agree with some of your reasoning, but i like the poem enough to score it good. thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Govind Sharma (3/30/2008 11:48:00 PM)

    Dear Narendra,
    It is a good poem and it aptly describes destiny and freewill discourse in a scene of my film. Have I your permission to reproduce it?

    With warm regards

    Govind Sharma (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Maresco (12/30/2007 12:31:00 PM)

    great poem
    I need help with a poem called change poem! any ideas! ! !
    A change poem chronicles some kind of change throughout the poem; such as in the beggining it talks about summer, but in the end it talks about winter
    Thx in advance
    All help appreciated :) (Report) Reply

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