See a lot many faces

Lonely and alone

Been there myself many a times

Blaming fate or a sleight of hands

Of self or others or both combined

One can also think, on other lines

Of cards pulled out

When one was born

But then that is not

In one’s hands

Nor will help, to brood upon

What does affect, life so much

Not me, many have said since long

Neither where

Or towards what you walk

Or what you face or fight throughout

It’s how you do it

That matters

It’s only How

That does only matter

In life