Fate Poem by Priyanka Manjunath

Ill fate is like a guest. Unwelcome in lives. She approaches silently. Once she arrives she becomes the master of your lives. We begin to see the shabby effects of ill fate peeping like clothes from a completely full suitcase. Once it falls it is hard to put them back together. It takes less time for ill fate to work on our lives and then we lose the battle and stand alone and emerge as new beings after we embrace the change that fate brought.