Destiny

I see how fate
molds into
who we are.

like a seed turning to a plant,
hoisting on the fountain of its urges,
rising through every inadvertent chance,
to circumfuse
in the shoots of seedling.

Fate means we are as beautiful as
what we put forward in our lives,
the reversed effect of time.

I see how fate allows us
to portion
our splendour,
our faiths.

From the time we come to this world,
our eyes and souls get more profound,
like our souls are graving the ground.
Fate is a deeper peer into that ditch.
Fate is the final cause,
the intent of sculpture,
the figure of a figurine,
the ditch,
regardless of how is dug.

I see how fate portions us
to who we are.