Sunday, 28 July 2013


FATE, not lie in my hands though, 
Agonies shall never conquer my woe,
Sympathy which stays my biggest foe,
when Hope shall stand a little low,
what my little lips shall try is an adamant no!

Castigate, you will 
for the futile efforts-
that I endlessly put,
but I will stand,
I will live
the life, which i forever dreamed.

I hope not for a hand,
Or a wizard's magic wand,
I hope not for the God's panacea, 
But a ray of HOPE,
Or a little bit of PRERNA!


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