Path ahead's obscure
Dimmed by certain fate.
But is it the cure
Or is it a bait? 
Jinxed to an extent? 
Lucked beyond one's thoughts? 
Should the will repent? 
Should the will be wrought? 
To plunge hope's carcass
In a pool of risks? 
Or remain amass
To escape in whisks? 
To pursue the path; 
Hope it's not too late.
One ought to be apt
To redeem that fate.
To shun from the path; 
Lest regrettable.
May abscond in stat; 
Fate's impregnable
No choice but decide.
Verdict be certain.
Life is but to vie
For the uncertain.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    