The Line Of Fate Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Line Of Fate
He has won all the wars he fought
He has lost all the struggles in life
He has bloomed like a flower with care
He smells of sores all over his body
He is chased by success and glory
He touches gold and turns it into soil
He rows his boat in the water of ego
He has humility like wisp of smoke
He is born with a line of fate drawn
By an invisible hand before the real
Race is commenced inside the womb
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