Yes,
My own thoughts
Shaped the world I'm in;
Yes,
My own feelings
Attracted the people,
The events
That my life is made of;
Yes,
My own hand
Dictated how I feel,
How I live,
How I'll be.
But there's no blame,
No resentment,
For this hand of mine
Did for the best
With what I thought
And believed in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our fate line is drawn by our own hands. I too believe in it. Nice sharing.
Thank you :)