Life Itself Is  !

When ink fails to,

I write in my blood

to compose the

verses of my love,

to complete the

pages of my life;

Though they may be

Sweet or bitter.

I know my fate has

no write up, 

no appearance,

then how does it

operate and run

my life; When

itself not aware

of Its own fate!

Well versed  I am of

that unpredicted


things will always

happen in my life;

Since life itself 

an unplanned affair

Of time.

kc sethi(c)2018

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