Destiny


On a windswept hill
By a billowing sea,
My destiny sits
And waits for me.

In a snow storm ,
with a platter of pakora and tea ,
My hunger stays high ,
The destiny is still for I,my & Me.

Under the crouching heat of the sun ,
with the Polar Ice Up and Down ,
The destiny keeps up with me ,
Pauper sees the outside ,but inside I wears a crown.

While riding a wild horse,
within the forest with a Gang of Lions,
the spirit of faith sways left and right,
my destiny hops with life giving ions.