Man Is A Puppet Into The Hands Of Destiny Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Man Is A Puppet Into The Hands Of Destiny



Man is a puppet
Into the hands of Destiny,
Man is a plaything
And Destiny stringing it.

Saturday, May 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 23 May 2020

Man is just like a puppet, who dances as per command of time. This poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned.

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