Destiny and fate

A rumination...

Eternal joy and cotton cloud,

Both driven by their own kind of air,

One by the blind destiny,

Other by the ravaging wind,

Directionless.

Alexander had to die,

India had to divide,

And I had to cry alone,

Yet Napoleon cut through his palm,

Thinking he can change his fate,

Strange,

Fate had it all planned.

Destiny and fate,

Reside on the same side,

Or the sides aloof in the same coin,

Hardly a concern of mine,

But it makes me think,

If even one of it exists,

How can I choose to walk ahead,

Blind.

Author's Note

Take care... :)