I wait to be written; I pray in faith
Only, to have a purpose, for me to stay.
Destiny, it is, in the absence of a pick
Never had one and I choose to slick.
Curated I was for life; first, faith and then delight
As the reason to exist was obvious to the eyes.
I lived a life of merit; relevant and distinct
Cherished I was by one and all, who stood by their instincts.
Unerring I feel with no choices to make
A child of destiny, with no heartbreaks and aches.
Dr Sachin Seth
April 25, 2020
