Nostalgia - Poem by Rajesh Thankappan
Our eyes behave just like a prism
When it dwells upon the past and thus gazes back
For the intervening time refracts our vision
And lends them rainbow colours both variant and vibrant.
One can say it is nothing but joyful pangs of nostalgia
That colours our past with a blissful bias
Is it not a picture painted out of selective thoughts
That we have from the past borrowed and brought?
So friend, do not cling excessively onto the debris of the sunken past
That has vanished whole into the sea of darkness with its sails and mast,
Each day that peeps over the horizon is the Almighty’s brightest present
So why not unwrap the gift on hand and reap the precious moment!
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