Found a crushed paper

Beneath a lovely old book

Like one dropped by blues

Had an enigmatic look

 

Against questions unfathomable;

Thousand answers it opined

Penned was my name

 ‘Twas stamped as “DESTINED”!!

 

 I felt a connect,

And flipped a corner,

Bold chevron lines read,

“Seed and then garner”

 

Ink fluttered to allude

Loud and clear message;

 “Just and parallel I am,

None can cheat or escape”

 

“True roads would sun-lit

Though too hot and harsh”

 I hammer a hard-hit

When ‘firm’ becomes ‘brash’

 

Mystical creased page

Enveloped follies and grit

Gave a sure message

It ended in sweet

 

Sender was no stranger

Knew all my thick and thin

Puzzling but yet legible

It was Fate’s handwriting

© Juhi Gupte