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.