‘Like-it-is-fate' like thought br br Poet. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker.26.6.2914 br br When the journey is up past halfway br Falls in place the thought for us all br That the half has had much greater br Things than what is up there in store. br It is panic, it is footloose and it is loss; br It's done, and pure waste of exercise. br br It is rush and frantic fight to reach: br feel-like devouring the cup itself, br or go off the hooks of gods' even, br well, it is in the make of us all, br some think, a way back again, ‘no' br then why this panic, fret and rush! br br No, it is much deep in the hearts br Where all acts have had right codes br Still it is far beyond our reach, alas! br Halfway isn't able to make us know br there is nothing called another half. br br Take away foods and break away kids br ‘Use and throw' and ‘pay and use' br ‘what's there for me? ' and ‘you go to hell' br ‘Sure, let me see' and ‘ what the hell' br ‘The rest is for my eyes and senses' br ‘I am not for anyone, but for me alone'. br br It goes on, till the journey is almost up br What's left is what fate holds, they say, br No way we ever believe it, for, br Fate is a poor thought, just, I repeat, br ‘Like-it-is-fate like thought'. br br Even ‘the just cried' genus is not vary br Of the journey up. It takes halfway br To just think and to be simply kind br And see life as a beautiful thought. br Not ‘Like-it-is-fate' like thought. br br Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker.26.6.2914br br A.