Destiny..

Fate - My Master!

Rejoice not at a fateful birth,
Foresee the death as the real girth.
With success coming your pleasant way,
Remember that failure would another day.
Exult not at happiness so hollow,
It does only show the sorrow to follow.
Straining your face you do post a sheepish smile,
Mind the impending tears, think another precious while.
To think you art strong is but a thing of mirth,
Only a time of weakness would show one's real worth.
The clouds do bring the land alive with shower of pleasant rain,
Though not without the drought and famine does mother nature feign.
The sun does rise a crimson red, every other dawn,
Doing so, does set at dusk, no sooner it's born.
Fool that you are to take the arts of fate for granted,
Writ down by destiny your deeds by you merely are enacted.