Turning Back Poem by Nazmul Haque

Now I walk on the line that lies
on the boundary of allowance and rejection,
I have now come up to the point
from where I must roll back
to the point I started.

The way prepared itself
for me to walk on,
So long I just followed the track
that Fate shows me.

Step to step that leads to each other
in a line of sequence.
So long things take their shape
to the extent I want them to;

But, now I must see
what for Fate made all these preparations.