Sometimes you wear a smile on your cheek,
Like marigold that shines in the early morn.
And other times, your brow is sorrow's peak,
Like caged bird weeping, feeling all forlorn.
At times you toil like wind that clouds steer,
To gather fruitful labor from the mighty sky.
And often you tire, like clouds that disappear,
In slumbers halfway heavens drifting by.
I praise you still, and no blame to you dearest
For all these traits are part of nature's way.
To alter or not they are mostly inherent.
And shaping fate is not an easy way,
Unless it bears a blessing from above,
Ordained before the birth, by heaven's love.
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