Destiny

Sprinkled droplets of chance
Along the path we walk on.
Those we whisk up in time, shower
Our consciousness with blazing colors
Sprouting from the prism of life;
Angles of heaving light, struck
With the sunny beams of exploding light
Stun us, then spread-eagle us
On an unknown path; and after a while
Having tread over that path, we naive humans
Fools that we maybe, conjure
A confiding thought, bubbling with suspicion
Marking for our own, the milestones
That destiny thew in our way. We declare
Our winnings, our victories, claiming
That our wisdom did crown us
And shower us with measures
To scale the hidden heights.
We, the victims, declare
To be the victors of Destiny.
Our destinies, we say, are subjugated
To command and to direct.
While, all the while, Destiny
Stands askance, smiling and pitying
Men are fools but the Wisdom knows
How wise the wise would be, if
Destiny decided to suffocate
Ere the wise could breathe a breath
Of wisdom; and we watch our destinies
Overtaking us, and our hallucination
Shrinks to tatters, freeing us of our folly,
Lifting our blindfold, and then
We underwrite a truce, a compromise
That when we are crowned, knighted,
Destiny would not yawn
But hide its mirth, and hand us
To the Grip of History.