My Fate Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

My Fate



Pocking fun at me and my heritage
Being a rustic interior village lad
Used to enjoy taking pleasure and pride.

With my perception I'm far better
Than to be in the flames of poison
Life full of dirt, noise and pollution.

A number of series of ancestors belonging
To the pious soil of divine native land
Where, one day I'm to meet my fate!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.

Saturday, October 6, 2018
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A number of series of ancestors belonging
To the pious soil of divine native land
Where, one day I'm to meet my fate!
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