The darkened scraps
Of horoscope
Burns your childhood,
If your childhood
Was nothing
But dependent
On astrology.
The approaching adulthood
For you would be nothing but
Dependent docile shadow
Of astrology.
“Everything is written in fate,”
“Become a fate writer and
Let the fate write
Poetry for you,” so-called
Ancestral voices
Would prophesize.
I heard my fate was
Half written, and I myself
Have to write how it ends,
And so, I champion it
With this life.
Fate is an unseen mirror,
You need to show yourself
To see what gets reflected.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor