A Happy Accident

Amongst the myriad souls adrift, 

One bore the cruel mark of fate’s unyielding hand. 

Alas, the tempest struck in merciless throngs

And with each blow, the light of hope dimmed, 

A fragile gleam lost within the vast spectral veil. 

From distant skies, a lone cuckoo soared, 

Perched softly upon the crumbling parapet of despair. 

Its song—a symphony spilling into every shadowed corner

No longer mere sound, but the herald of dawn’s first breath. 

 A resonant promise unfurled, 

Casting new hues upon their barren horizon. 

Love, a tender sapling rising from the womb of rebirth, 

Flowed freely from the hearts of unseen creators

And with it, pain’s fierce dominion waned, 

Replaced by the mesmerizing dance of a kinder sky. 

 For destiny’s most radiant moments bloom 

Not in the glare of expectation, but in quiet surprise

When the divine artisan’s wand, unseen and deft, 

Weaves wonders beyond mortal grasp. 

 In this sacred enigma, pure and mystic, 

The soul surrenders—unburdened by karma’s chains— 

Embracing the luminous grace 

That is simply... beyond. ---