Peeping At The Past Poem by partha mondal

When I look, with regret, at my past memories
Besides frustration I, for myself, invent there glories
Sometimes I could not achieve success, sometimes I could
Sometimes I remained kind, sometimes rude
In the way of life there was both darkness and light
In the battle of existence a lot I had to fight
The past memories still haunt me during recollection
As if a dark shadow appears in the window of imagination
Still I remember those school days of mine
When in the sky of knowledge I started to slowly shine
I still miss my college and its tranquil atmosphere
The breaking of the bond of friendship I could not bear
I am writing this verse sitting in the present amidst loneliness
To retreat into my past, upon my thought, I am giving much stress
Let me stop here the horse of my rhyme for the sake of present
May God bless me and you all with all his blessings latent