Fate Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fate

Felt the chill of morning,
A knight rode the breeze!

I stood consciously,
And observed silently!

Saw a wasp,
Photographed.

Quite weak its motions,
To survive, struggled.

Felt it was all in vain!
Is it gone? Still there?

Smashed it a dog's paw,
Then the shoe of a child,
And a wheel of walker!

Unaware of later,
Wonder if it is dead!

What is life?
What is fate?

Are we not all the same?