The Backward Glance
The youngest of the progeny from
the noble souls long since gone
The one propounding freewill
since metamorphosis has undergone
Got bequeathed with older siblings,
having perspectives gone awry
He stuck with convictions and
unsolicited advice did forever decry
The past love got embroiled in naiveties,
to be carried along the surge
He kept questioning the rationale
but no answers did ever emerge
A bundle of joy from the earlier union
became apple of pater's eye
With odds conspiring circumstantially
the little nestling had far to fly
Other associations proved fleeting with
a fair weather kind of substance
Some trailed off, while others lingered
for the reasons most askance
Subsistence has been a mixed bag
with motley shades of blues
It's time now that I can laugh about
most past tints, shades and hues
poem by Sunny Chopra
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