The Enigma Of Birth Poem by Sharbaaniranjan Kundu

As days pass by
I withdraw from things around me.
My father was my engine
driving me to things.
It was like throwing me in water
and saying: Now we swim.
Are all fathers are like this?
Why?
Do you marry to live a progeny?
Or is it like you meet a woman
and you feel you can not do without her?
Inevitably you get physical
and the net result is
an offspring arrives.
Then you nurture the offspring
and throw him out, saying:
Now you fend for yourself.
If it is a girl,
you look for a groom,
who is supposed take care of your girl.
And the groom just do the same
as you did with your wife!
Some people do not marry
keeping them away from the cycle
of creation of progeny.
Some one said: Children are the burden
of past life,
a kind of repaying of debt
of past life.
I do not know.
Things are so confusing.