Tahira Rehman

Hope, Control and Destiny

The trees are tired of holding the autumn,
the sun is tired of lightening all the flowers.
The leaf that is orange, changed colour because of the One,
Some flowers died, some stayed alive. And because of this,
nobody lost-nobody won.

Destiny is not controlled by you, or me.
Fate is not an enemy, we just feared its reality,
the future is not concrete, we just didn't pray to move was written.
The trying was dying because it was never in our control.

Who told us the lies of hope? Who gave me
or you the leading hand?
Why be fooled? 

Hope always had the dark side.




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