Flesh and bones I am
Bonded to the strings of fate
My existence is an act
That joys the unknown fate.
A puppet is what I am
Bonded to the strings of fate
My act is what you call life
It a mere fun for fate.
I laugh when the one pulls the
Strings.
I cry when the one pulls the
Strings.
My joy and sorrow are tied to the
Strings of fate.
I am a puppet of fate.
I am toy to the cruel joy of the fate.
I feel pain ...joy ...sorrow.
A mere toy puppet I am
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Hey guys this is a poem I wrote when I was in 8th grade.
Was dusting my old diary and found it.
It's still incomplete..but I will try to complete it and give it a full meaning
It's nothing special...
Just wrote whatever came into my head.
So please do like and comment.
Hope you enjoyed it.
