Gender Of The Time Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

My present is real goes on foot
With cargo of hopes;
My future is dark runs in front
With cargo of dreams,
And my past is bright follows me back
With cargo of memories.

Who goes forward is male;
Who comes following is female,
But who walks in middle....
An absolute neuter!

As myself, a male
Love my past as the beloved;
Treat my future as rival
And welcome the present
As my best simple-hearted friend.