One never really knows
Why the wild-wind of chance blows
The way it does -
Perhaps mere luck
Or a passing truck...
Or, the flapping wings of a divine dove -
Beautiful poem. I though, don't believe in chance, as you know. To everthing there is a purpose.
beautiful poem and no one knows the answer, why the wild wind of chance that blows at the particular time only! very nice to read!
The wild wind of chance, luck I guess, wish I knew. something to think about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some would say not chance, but karma - who knows why things happen as they do, maybe there isn't a 'why' to be answered and everything is just chance after all. Very good piece of writing.