Kismat Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Kismat,
Your kismat,
My kismat,
What is in whose kismat,
Who can but say it?
He had not thought of
And he got a ravishingly beautiful wife
And lo, I prayed to God
But got an ugly ine,
In spite of being ugly and black without a cutting
She is crooked too
So say I,
It is kismat, kismat, brother,
None can say it about
What is in whose kismat,
My kismat,
In your kismat?
It is but a matter of kismat
Which but God knows
What is in whose kismat,
On whom does Lady Luck keep smiling?