To Complete Ones Life Poem by Alexander Raju

To Complete Ones Life



What's the great mystery behind
The creation of transgenders
And impotent males and females,
Who can't serve the futurity
But suffer a span of life dull
And die like simple waste of earth?

Some die or killed in foetus stage,
Some in childhood, lucky are they,
Some in youth, a devastation,
Some in middle age, a mere curse,
Some die ere too old, a blessing,
For death's inevitable for all.

Leave a seed for future is bliss,
For your life is prolonged on earth
Through your true copies for future;
My children placed their own firstborns
In my hands, and I stood in thoughts,
Blessed by destiny, I'm lucky.

Life's evening came with dark and confused thoughts
Of leaving something incomplete, giving
A chance to play another role on the stage,
And forget the anxiety of old age,
The second childhood of a grandfather
Holding his seed of future to bother.


Gondar, November 2018.
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