I write my poems for posterity:
To be trapped and preserved
In the pages of moth-eaten books,
To be discussed at universities
Hundred years after my d**h,
To be selected in a syllabus and taught in
cla**rooms of schools in remote lands,
In schools and exams to be summarized,
Shrunk into precis or its lines
Taken out for RC, Figures of speech,
thought expansion-
I know my countrymen will ignore me
For every poet is ignored by his times and
his homeland.
Poetry, like a rolling boulder, gathers
Momentum and velocity as it advances
deep into dark valleys of time
I do not write for my country for she
considers poetry a pastime, not a profession.