Fate is great
She knows no date
She may pack you to hell
Or keep you a hundred years well
She can maroon you in a spate
Can bring you to success’s gate
She can buy you fame
Or put you to shame
She can make you a genius
Or make your deeds odious
She can make you a crook
And bring you to book
When you toil and toil
For victory-sweet
From behind her veil,
She might, with failures greet.
Well done, Sang. 🙂
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Thank You Jeff
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“From behind her veil”, excellent one, Sir!
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Thanks hema
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Great quote. Captivating poem. Fate can take you every which way, it seems.
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Thanks benjamin.
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You’re welcome!
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