Identity Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Have I arrived at the World too late?
Arrived late or not, Would I opt out
Before inexorable decrees push me out?
Would the spectators have cheered me
More vociferously at an earlier date?
Or would I have been shouted down more vehemently?
How would I have rated myself - more or less?
Perhaps these questions are unwarranted
'What might have been' is a thought
Pretty recurrent in the human heart
Probably declared irrelevant in the human context
But these wonderings form part of the human pursuit
Right from the start of the Race that prompted
Man to keep his identity, in every age, intact