Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul
                                         --WILLIAM  ERNEST  HENLEY--

HI....I  AM  SIKHA...WHICH MEANS FLAME......
WRITING IS MY PASSION AND READING MY ADDICTION....
SO TO GET LITERARY I THINK DESTINY HAS UNITED ME IN WATTPAD....
ITS JUST AWESOME....LOOKING FORWARD..
AT LAST BUT HOPING THAT ITS NOT THE LEAST..I WOULD JUST LIKE TO END UP BY A  QUOTE -
                        " SURRENDER  TO WHAT IS
                            LET GO OF WHAT WAS
                            HAVE FAITH IN WHAT WILL BE"
A BIG THANKS FOR SURFING ME....BYE


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