Hina Waqar - Destiny

Wrecked by the waves of fate
Dummies are we in the hand of destiny!
Stooges played at the mercy of fortune
Every desire is a distant mirage
Too unreal to be real
Mesmerizing the desirer by its charm
When struggle is made and hands are reached
Thinking we deserve when we chase
Ahh! ! there is nothing! An illusion, a farce
There is destiny mocking
At the stupidness of its stooges!
All desires become dream,
Too distant to be reached
Unlucky you is neither me!
For destiny controls our fate and we

Hina Waqar

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