The inevitable

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 -

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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.