On Completion Convocation (Being Inspired By Dr. Geeta Radha Krishna Menon) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Wearing a transparent gown,
In that I am completely exposed.
Anyone can see my front
and can see my back.
But nobody takes notice of my nudity
they all are in a transparent gowns!
I am here in the convocation,
and today,
I shall get my degree
wherein it will be certified
that I am now complete.
I am waiting for the convocation address
by the Chancellor of this great university.
Oh!
He has infinite mouths with countless tongues.
He is addressing but I can't listen to Him,
the only thing I could understand
He is repeating a single word
again and again
and what's that single word?
So it's love!
Well I am familiar with it.
The names were called in alphabetic order,
I was lucky that my name starts with the alphabet A.
Oh No!
As soon my name was called
I heard someone telling
your love was incomplete
go back and complete it.
The degree cannot be awarded to you.
That transparent gown was snatched
I started contracting and became the tinniest form of life.
So I am here once again
For another attempt
to complete my incomplete love.