Who can understand the mysteries of life,–
Thrown entropy like a pack of cards:
Disarrayed, disjointed, unpatterened type,
And shreds we organise for some rewards.
Succeed when we in something,
We grin as destiny’s maker,
And if blow sinews away for nothing,
Chide destiny as the breaker.
If something precious is found on the way,
For valiant foot’s victory we hiss,
And if legs struggle for the destination far away,
Fault lies with His wish.
So, the question grows bigger till end,
When, perhaps, death answers with a helping hand.
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