Trot, Canter, Gallop
Comes slow and comes in time
To build the confidence and skill
And then, be ‘Able’ to do it
Some are geniuses, some extraordinary
Ability may then be confused for innate skill
Nature or nurture, the debate may spur
But the question is not who, but what and how
To be able, is not to scale a summit
Nor is it, a place of arrival
Ability, is work-in-progress
A constant effort, to be better than yesterday
From seed to plant to tree and fruits
Each stage, newer abilities
Learn, unlearn, relearn as a cycle
Sun, water, soil, animals as support
An able warrior, one imagines, is invincible
Look closely, she just gauges the opponent’s ability better
What shines in the Sun is the outcome
The cause of ability is opportunity, effort and consistency
To be able is to see without lenses
To empathise with tears of a stranger
To let intuition guide the intellect
And to strive always for what’s right
To be able and be aware of it, a blessing
Sometimes its inherited, others one snatches or earns it
Nevertheless, the opportunity remains the same
Jump long, stride fast and ring the bell every single time
Many are abled and many squander it
For value is seldom felt in present
But if you realise and recognise your ability
Don’t stop, don’t fret, don’t delay, just burn, burn, burn !!
Finally, one asks - what to to with ability when destiny awaits
Why not spend splendid time in merrymaking
I say make your merry as much as you want
But only when ability is exhausted or extinct