The Cycle Of Fortune Poem by Puskar Sikdar

At the crossroads of dream's fleeting haze,
Where the heart seeks joy yet drifts astray,
Storms of sorrow rise once more,
Drenching, crushing, tearing away.

Fortune sways on an uncertain tide,
A fate unknown, a path unclear;
A lamp once burned with colors bright,
Hope-laced whispers drew me near.

In life's embrace, I took my plunge,
Yet fortune's jest ran deep and wide,
Twisting fates with careless hands,
Burying purpose in the tide.

A single sip of joy's sweet wine,
Lit a spark in a weary soul;
Yet fate's storm shattered glass and dream,
Turning warmth to shards so cold.

Through wounds and loss, I stand once more,
Pushing past despair's cruel tide,
A spark of hope, a fleeting flame,
Paints my path in colors wide.

Days have passed, struggles endured,
Efforts lost, yet wisdom gained;
Through time's frozen, endless maze,
A silent strength has now remained.

The hollow heart awakens bright,
With rhythm set to destiny's dance,
Life's game unfolds in careful steps,
Crossing peril with a steadfast stance.

Now these empty pages fill with time,
As fortune walks this road with me;
Through longing, hope, and fate's embrace,
This endless cycle sings destiny's decree.