Chance

People love you and hate you,

When in favor, they call you serendipity,

When against, they call you misfortune;

They rant you are whimsical,

But it is they who are hypocritical.

Be it a king or a beggar,

Be it a saint or a murderer,

You don't give a damn!

You treat them fair and square,

The thankless judge of the universe.

They call you an agent of disorder,

Oblivious, that you create the ultimate order;

In the game of dice called the universe,

Your permutation and combination,

Paved the way for Life's creation.

Life will be unexciting,

If everything was predictable;

You make this drama enjoyable,

Adding variety to make life spicier,

Oh masterful script writer!

You go by many names,

Luck, fortune, fate, destiny,

Will you reveal your real name? Probably.

What are the odds?

Some chance...