The Unseen Hand Of Destiny Poem by ashok jadhav
The Unseen Hand Of Destiny
A quiet force threads through the days we know,
Its presence felt in turns we cannot see;
It lifts, it pushes, shaping where we go,
And molds the lives we claim as truly free.
Though choices seem our own, the path is drawn
By whispers hidden in the edge of chance;
The future bends beneath its silent dawn,
And guides the steps we take in life's vast dance.
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