It followed you like a shadow
In your honesty and secrecy
It knew your endeavours and greed
And your happiness and grief
It was everywhere with you
Knew your darkest secret , your darkest hour
It was in your memories, in your nostalgia
In your regret, your pride and megalomania
It was in your every step
And invisible to the naked and the ordinary eye
People say it is stealthy and sly
Is it a mystery?
It is a mystery to people who see it with their two eyes,
Open your eye, not the two, but the third
Observe, perceive and realise
That it lies in your conscious effort
It lies in your choices and mistakes
Because it is 'Fate'
And
It isn't a total mystery after all, is it?
- Shamama Firdous
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The Night Owl Poetry
PoetryIt's the night, and that is the time when thoughts become poems =========================== enjoy!
