Destiny

My shoulders are bent
with the weight of many moons.
Walking through the nights
heading to destination unknown.
Along paths of nostalgia
in seasons of monsoons.

Where love was created
of a thousand- petalled
gold lotus and rays of light.
The sacred flower
cast its magic spell
on days of life.

But our destiny is written
on scrolls unrolled
and the journey
must come to an end.

– Essama Chiba

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