Design

Fate's design

The fabrics of the life turned,
Inside the soul, poison burned.
The pain laced fabrics of grey and black,
Tears cried...voice filled with crack.
Face depicted pure delight,
But this day hides below a night.
Interwoven with pain, the threads held hands,
Lost in death's desert, neither support nor footprints on sands.
You cut one thread, you cut many intertwined,
Sometimes the fate is such designed.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Well said my friend. One never know what fate has designed for us, I loved the metaphor of fabric and thread, your symbolism was amazing. When life chooses a path we don't want to walk on we feel such and one choice is linked to a particular consequence and can make or break the future. Very deep and thoughtful poem, much to interpret too. I loved this, I am glad I came across this.
Please send me a read request when you write a new poem, I don't want to miss any of your works.

[Mikku]

For sure...thanks for finding it worthy

[Najam Us Saher]

You're most welcome.