Destiny is written very clearly,
When you are an ovum,
Resting in the ovary,
To look for your turn,
Month after month,
Witnessing the struggling pain,
Of your washed out,
Sexless siblings,
as they are not destined.
When your destiny,
Has taken its role,
You are excited,
Keeping a lamp,
As the bride waiting,
For the groom,
The messiah,
Who may come at any time,
To pierce you,
Mix with you,
To form a cell, Zygote,
To multiply,
On the basis,
Of binary code.
Wish and destiny,
Of yours and mine,
Fulfilled.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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