Destiny, a mere choice I say, but is it?
Maybe it's a choice, but do we always get to choose?
What when others make it for us?
And those are never the course we wanted.
I have never tried to write someone's life,
And still my life's story is something I don't have a say in,
I don't know why I let others decide my happiness,
But then they are the ones I see my smile in.
Alas! If only they knew what they are doing to me,
And wish to change it, not just know the harm.
Never have I ever has a smile in many years,
And nor will I have it in those to come, unless they choose,
it;s not nice to live at someone's hearth, but what to do,
Their love is the only destiny I need,lest they give....
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Quote:
"Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny." Steve Maraboli.
Written by a failing hope.
~Chaahat
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