Apotheosis Poem by Hannatu Pqrs

At the university,
Some attain the heights of spirituality,
Certain of eternal life

And then others,
Whose energy know no bounds,
Excel in sports;

The creative write books, plays
Verse,
For the Love of Life;

There, the intellectuals stretch their brains
Stroking the limits of mortal abilities,
The promising dons of tomorrow;

Many try their hands on business:
Anything that might sell
Perhaps, tomorrow's business owners

Others are preoccupied, feasting
On the weaknesses of their blind followers,
In the art of occultism;

Some are certain
That in the process of fighting for rights
They will liberate their brothers;

Others still
Are so absorbed in the fantastical,
Engrossed in the pursuit of illusive love;

Again,
Some tempt the agents of morality to extremes,
Helter-skelter, seeking a way
To tame them;

Yet others who want to speak and be heard,
Struggle in copy-politics
With all its attendant consequences;

There are others too, who seem to float;
Who seem invisible,
And let youth pass them by;

And then there is me,
On the sidelines,
An observer of campus life.