The Stay

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