(After Yeats)

An evocative poem by Muddasir
“He must grow a legendary man,”
His chosen teachers thought at school.
He spent his life according to a youthful plan.
‘What then?’ sang Nietzsche’s spirit.
‘What then?’
Everything he wrote was widely read.
He won all – money and fame.
‘What then?’
He’s considered among the greatest writers of his time.
He played a vital role in liberating his land;
All his good dreams come true.
‘What then?’ repeated Nietzsche’s spirit.
‘What then?’
He’s a revered Spiritual too;
He has, in his hands, both the worlds.
“He surely has a place among the top layers of Heaven”,
Thought all his comrades.
‘What then?’ repeated Nietzsche’s spirit.
And after his death:
All his labours came to dust.
“Let the fools rage, I rose in nothing – had I not intended fame,
I would’ve been in Heaven!”
But louder sang the spirit,
‘What then?’

©Muddasir Ramzan
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