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 a 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 a rolling boulder, gathers
Momentum and velocity as it advances
deep into dark valleys of time
I do not write for my country for she
considers poetry a pastime, not a profession.