Path ahead's obscure
Dimmed by certain fate.
But is it the cure
Or is it a bait?
Jinxed to an extent?
Lucked beyond one's thoughts?
Should the will repent?
Should the will be wrought?
To plunge hope's carcass
In a pool of risks?
Or remain amass
To escape in whisks?
To pursue the path;
Hope it's not too late.
One ought to be apt
To redeem that fate.
To shun from the path;
Lest regrettable.
May abscond in stat;
Fate's impregnable
No choice but decide.
Verdict be certain.
Life is but to vie
For the uncertain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem