The blood that flows through me carries
Not just the RBCs ,the WBCs and the platelets
That communicate the happy message that
This person is ‘alive’
(Indeed it’s fascinating to be alive)
You know it carries with it my ‘legacy’,they say
I had ancestors who thought from their brains
I also had ancestors who thought from their hearts
No wonder, I could easily riddle with myself !
Drawing up plans for the future is quite simple a task for me
Because they say,I had a great grandpa
Who charted out
An entire life of his own
Throwing them aside is much more simple a task,I think
Because my great grandma ,the eternal optimist believed in miracles.
In my smiles,they shine
In my tears,they drench
Intelligence(or the lack of it)can come from either side
Quite possible..
They are all dead and gone,you know
The rugged roots that grew deep into the earth
To bring me,the green leaf that sways in the wind,nourishment.
I wonder whether anything is left for me to fill in
Am I to be blamed for my mistakes?
Am I to be congratulated for my merits ?
