She crossed the gnarled palm with silver
gazing excitedly into the crystal ball
the shadowy murkiness slowly dissipated
she beheld her lover under the eaves of
the old church tower with herself
the cypress drooping n swaying casting
silvery shadows,the moonlight creating
glowing patterns in her golden hair…
Now she scanned her dreams frantically
to keep her Tryst with destiny……..
Childhood memories seeped thru n she saw
the church tower near grandma’s house
the old cypress playing hide n seek with
the moonlight,an owl hooting in the hush
of night, crickets,grasshoppers holding
endless conversations, a mouse darting,
the Toad,self appointed town crier, all
tiptoed into her consciousness and past recollections and now she knew
her lover was waiting n she had to
keep her Tryst with destiny….
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
What God writes on your forehead you will become.
c. 500 AD, Islamic Religious Bible
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
1905-1961, Swedish Statesman, Secretary-general of U.N.