The Unseen Hand of Destiny

10 Dec 2025

The Unseen Hand of Destiny

In hush of evening moves an unseen hand at night,
It spins the quiet threads of sorrow into light;
No trumpet sounds its entry, no stage reveals its plan,
Yet we walk the paths it sketches, the fate of every man.

It works in silent bargains, shaping fate by chance;
It turns the smallest choice into the rhythm of a dance;
The unseen hand asks nothing, makes no loud demand,
But leaves its marks in footsteps and bids the weary stand.