Millions and millions of
soldiers now and then
Over three to four decades
march ahead and die
Except one or two, fortunate
to pair on the way.
One per month over three
decades come to the stage
The princess but all went
empty hand to die
Except one or two, destined
to meet their pair.
Thousands and thousands of
seeds escaped
Out of pods year after year
but one or two grow,
The rest dying in decay with
no one to rescue.
To give life to a few,
Gametes and embryos
In billions die.
Where is God to rescue?
10.12.99, Palakkad
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