Gratification Poem by Sunny Chopra

Most seems pre ordained
celestially thus contrived

Time returns to bewitch
for all one had strived

Destined courses charted
on trying can never deter

Sans any of attempting
events on own will infer

Doesn't stop us mortals
from wishing and to aspire

All metamorphic Delusions
for the objects of desire

Pondered more than often
what one can ask or seek

With fate being generous,
each attempt a lucky streak

Pointless is to nurse rues
and for old bones to pick

Believe in self achievement
striking balance key trick

Rise way above ordinary
from most trivially inane

Separate to stand solitary
and own individuality retain