As I lay retrospective for long
the memory of my ancestor rushed along
she being an innocent lady beautiful
very pleasant mannered and wonderful
being tossed by destiny hapless
coming in the form of her daughter in law
who gave her no respect whatsoever
who taunted and teased her 
threw her out of the house with contempt
while the lady being dignified preempted
living a simple life in an ancient house
a way away from her family house
cooking all by herself till her death
doing her chores all by herself without any assistance
fearing to sleep in the night alone without attendance
she came to the house where her family lived
with her dinner in hand all well settled
slept peacefully in her own bedding
at the stroke of five in the morning
she walked back to her place of living
as years kept on running
she became bedridden and sick
being forced to stay in her family house without any pick
she lay unconscious for a few days never so in her long life
passed away calmly as she had lived breathing out
the daughter in law who shooed her off
got ill a few years after and was treated with a fuss
but had to die in a place outside her house
That be the greatness of destiny all said and done
whatever one wishes never works out even in fun
Meenas Poems 