Poetry

Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel
and its twisting track reels right across
all things here in my small office,
over the words that inspire my poems,
 
my whole set of mind is disturbed,
thoughts are lost somewhere far away.
Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel
and its twisting track reels right across
 
the being of my life and my soul
as if it wants to derail right here
or cannot grant any mercy for which I beg,
not even at times when I kneel before God.
Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel
and its twisting track reels right across…