By Rajani Suryanarayana
The choices we make now,
are seeds sown in the garden of fate.
Each word a brushstroke,
crafting our destiny's canvas bright.
Actions like compass points, guiding ships through windy night,
To stand firm, to act with purpose,
is to call to evoke light.
Our deeds shape destinies untold,
Not by divine decree but by hands both strong and bold,
When paths diverge, choose wisely,
let your heart unfold,
Blame not the heavens; it's you who holds the gold.
We are potters at the wheel, every turn molds life's clay,
Intentions pure as sunlight carve out a noble way,
Choices akin to rivers carving mountains day by day,
With right deed and intent,
destiny will display.