Mehak Gupta Grover writes

DESTINY'S FATE 

People surmise destiny
To be the whole shebang,
But who makes your fate
Not a soul understands.
The demeanor we manifest
Makes the whole apex.
Do the lines on your hands
Articulate your individuality?
Then what about the thinking
And the fringe of our reflection? 
Man is an incurable enigma to himself, 
Where what is rectitude and iniquity
Is all surrounded by sham discernment. 
How inexorable life is beseeming? 
What periphery is a human creating? 
Where is the world ending? 
Why is the society muddling? 
Can we perceive it to be destiny or karma
Or mere solicitude of belief or enigma? 
Life is a commotion of emotions 
That takes the journey to uproar platform. 
Where stinginess and grandstanding 
Are leaving behind solicitude and benevolence. 
Destiny, luck, karma, fate
Are all names that reinstate composure.
Rest it's all dogmatic and hard work
That takes you up in the celestial sphere! 

Something Something -- CaptainWeirdness