Tajudeen Shah

(India.)

One Who has Lost All Three.


A poet was interviewed,
Of his latest collections.
Had his views well-expressed
Of his intimate reflections.

When asked of future plans,
Replied, “No plans for future,
As today is full of regrets;
Of yesterdays,
And of misgivings
Of unborn tomorrows”

Why should one plan
When all three is lost!

Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow are equally lost to those engage profound in contemplating yesterdays and in misgivings of tomorrows.

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  • Shahzia Batool (5/24/2013 4:05:00 AM)

    @poets notes: yes, i agree! we all do this without realising what we have in our hands.Balance is necessary.all the 3 are lost to man, though all the 3 are equally important for us.! the poem offers a good read! (Report) Reply

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