The Backward Glance Poem by Sunny Chopra

Youngest of the progeny
from noble souls since gone

One propounding freewill
metamorphosis has undergone

Bequeathed with siblings,
having perspectives awry

Stuck with his convictions
vain advice did forever decry

First love caught in naivete,
got carried along the surge

Kept questioning rationale
no answers did ever emerge

Offspring from earlier union
became apple of pater's eye

Odds conspiring yet again
little nestling did far fly

Other alliances proved fleeting
with fair weather kind substance

Some stayed others trailed off,
for the reasons most askance

Life has been a mixed bag
with motley shades of blues

It's time that I laugh about
past tints, shades and hues