He has always had a plan,
For everything, every
single time.
Plans that have seldom
worked,
But this habit, refuses
to die.
But today, he makes a
resolve,
To do what needs to be
done.
Lo and behold! How unwarrantedly,
The dice of luck has
turned.
Maybe, there are no
perfect moments,
And perhaps, chance doesn’t
suit everyone.
The pursuit of
perfection, delays actions,
And the learned agree-
time waits for none.
But the wise always tell,
It is never late to set
things right.
Even if some knots
persist,
Threads can be re-woven
tight.
May seem like aliens,
The best of long-lost acquaintances.
But eyes looking down or
away,
Never helped making
contact.
The path he is on,
Leads him to distant
lands,
But he remains committed,
To deliver the task at
hand.
You know, he could never
create chaos,
Whose driving desire has
been peace.
You just need to look
into his eyes at once,
To remember who he really
is.
