FATE

I woke up startled, mine eyes sparkled
A vicious dream had I
My house was shattered, my heart was battered
A thunder had struck near by.

I was left with my bed, like my hand had said
The prophet was right yet again,
The sky grew dark, I got the mark: —
My sorrow was being washed in rain.

A lighting flashed by; my God said ”Hi!
My child you tread on my land.”
I looked all around me, felt as light as can be —
Holding a harp in my left hand!

Now I’m in heaven, above the worlds all seven
I wanted to wander on Earth,
My will was fulfilled, but a problem still —
As an ant I had taken birth.

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