Found a crushed
paper
Beneath a lovely
old book
Like one dropped
by blues
Had an
enigmatic look
Against
questions unfathomable;
Thousand
answers it opined
Penned was my
name
‘Twas stamped
as “DESTINED”!!
I felt a
connect,
And flipped a
corner,
Bold chevron
lines read,
“Seed and then
garner”
Ink fluttered
to allude
“Be real and
emulate
Just and
parallel I am,
None can cheat
or escape”
“True roads
would sun-lit
Though too hot
and harsh”
I hammer a
hard-hit
When ‘firm’
becomes ‘brash’
Mystical
creased page
Enveloped
follies and grit
Gave a sure message
It ended in
sweet
Sender was no
stranger
Knew all my
thick and thin
Puzzling but
yet legible
It was Fate’s
handwriting!!
© Juhi Gupte
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