Naive she was outward <br />Much against the shock-stairs <br />Destiny specially built for her.. <br /> <br />Sympathy wasn't close to her <br />From all around; unaware too <br />Of her heart feather-footed.. <br /> <br />Only her destiny knew of she <br />Delving in challenging change <br />The thorned stairs for flower-strewn <br />A path velveteen in mum secret <br /> <br />Innocence is not ignorence <br />And her destiny knowing it <br />Slapped her in vengence.. <br />Kicked her beloved spouse sixty plus <br />To exit leaving behind a gift-balance <br />Of grown up children unsettled.. <br /> <br />Destiny is individual.. yes <br />But destinies...? <br />A sister destiny extended <br />Invoking in her a help of courage <br /> <br />She now stands out herself raised <br />A bold trudge in life's right of way <br />Out of their folly mellowed children <br />In total acceptance bloomes a smile <br />Her spouse soulful in her heart <br />She's more beautiful now...<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ability-4-2/
