FATE As the world is going about its rotation We are free birds But birds with broken wings There is no solace nor permanency in this life Like water gushing out through a taphole We will be pushed out by time one day Like old leaves falling from trees Who decides our time, none knows We shouldn’t have sprung out just to fall Street dogs are our companion Sleepless nights ahead of us Some are extravagant But they too will face the same fate Nothingness is our sorrow Inadequacy is their sorrow Loneliness and Emptiness are our common permanence