Some roses go to make garlands
And some, to wreaths, from the same source.
Some stones go to make idols
And some, to steps, from the same source.
Where to head is not in your hand.
Where you got is not your effort.
Fate is stronger than any might.
Yet there must be fight against fate.
27.02.2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem