One of the fortunate few
I got the nod in the conception queue
while others hanker await their fate.
Keen to have a chance to live
not out in that arcane space,
of which we the living know not
but here in this physical other place.
Aware so few attempts to breed
allow fertile conception to succeed;
so they stay alert once coitus looms
yet there seems no preference given
in this random chance for earthly life's design
or is there a purpose hidden?
Some evolutionary or master plan divine.
Dear Adrian Sir, Congratulations with the Member Poem Of The Day. My PH Homepage is not functioning, so I do hope this will reach you, Sir!
Beautiful poem penned; I ejoyed your thoughts~MB. Congrats for being selected as POD
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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