My Past Poem by Tribhawan Kaul
My Past
Oh! My past. Oh! My past.
Dwelling in you, crowning my present
Flooding with memories, never I resent
Mirror images flash through mind
Beholding acts of my own kind
Regretting never acts of commission
Feeling yet for few omissions
Some lessons learnt
Where fingers I burnt
Memories sustain life, while I fight
Future is drawn with only white
Enjoying the fruits, seed I sowed
Before the almighty I always bowed
For future, the present I cast
Oh my past! Oh my past!
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A beautiful thought.We can enjoy present if the past is good.As we sow so we reap.Loved.
For the seeds sown in the past, you now reap the reward! In life there is not much for you to resent and in thankfulness, you bow before God the Almighty! Enjoyed this song of contentment!
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4/24/2024 7:05:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Our past plays a big role of what we are today.....good writing Sir