Mea Culpa - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
The scriptures warn: beware of destiny1,
But, deep down I’m what driving desire is,
As is desire so my ‘will’ gets to be,
Shaped by the will be my deeds— me to please,
Deeds, destiny’s greenest pasture and lea,
Rejoice I still should fate bring me fair cheers,
Bemoaning should the same fate bring me tears,
Yet, fortune nor fate, man ‘lone is mighty,
‘I’ should foretell how my life I should lead,
Not stars whose own destiny dwells unknown,
None of whom knows from what soil’s made its bone.
An if fortune favours the seed called deed,
Each of my destined moment born as now,
To my thoughts, to my acts of past should bow.
1. As said in Brihad@ra%yaka Upanishad
- Sonnets | 01.05.14 |
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