Beyond deep woods and swollen earth
Amidst torrential rivers and shallow brooks
Behind marveled palaces and bamboo huts
Among hustling hell and silent heaven
Not even greatest of greats Robert Frost and Christopher
Hughes
Can trace my princess with their poetries and verses
An endeavor of machines and technologies too will be in vain
Advances of sciences and heights of spirituality
Would whine in failure to map her out
For destiny is an air, felt but invisible
String of destiny defeats the size of fiber optics
Its magnetism and mechanism very mysterious
Only heart knows and time tells your destiny
For destiny is, but not a destitute magician and voyager.
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