For Posterity

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 death, To be selected in syllabus and taught in Classrooms 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 rolling boulder, gathers Momentum and velocity as it advances Deep into dark valley of time I do not write for my country for she Considers poetry a pastime, not a profession.