Hey I see
a ripple in the six pack
with red rucksack poised on back,
an impatient move of shoulder tells -
he is ready
to go out, Honey!
Will he falter
on the way
or walk ahead
with challenge in steps
will he tread with head held
tall and high
'coz tempest
of prenatal blood
churned him so -
it ignited fires
in his belly?
Or, will heart
be overruled
overcome by sane superior mind
as a quirk
of Mendelian rule
mark your claim
to make calm cautious stance
his easy, restful stead
'coz he chose
to live life like you
with acceptance
that wants cause no stir
not blow a whistle
on foul play
umpteen hidden in
our social mores.
Oh how
impatiently do I watch
to see where in him
is you or me:
in that arch of bushy brow
that seem mine
the flare of nose
yes, its yours;
but what about his sight?
In what direction shall it take
to which school
will the will belong
which path will be trod
when we're steered on along
with, wherever
that vision beckons
merger of our genome(s),
there in time we'll travel with him
together - you and me,
as nature's alchemy
when it rewrote us
we were destined
to be he.
Look he's ready-
the cocktail of our lives
is to be served, and
savoured by his world,
dahling its time to let go
to bid farewell
say adieu
as spring is henceforth bygone
all we can do is behold
hold on to other's hand
for our bid
has already been done -
...............................................................
Love,
blink no longer at horizon
by Jove,
he is gone.
With fruits
near harvested,
summer's eve gets only shorter,
autumn's chill is set on the on
and winter, it soon shall creep
upon, so turn
give life a bear hug, then
before we hear or say
mate good bye
please, look back not
look on no further
here for you
I do still wait
in good faith I remain
to keep
your heart 'n' hearth
in warmth.
