ONE DAY AT A TIME
Why do I aspire for the future
Or dream of the past - rolled away;
Which I know are never to be mine
Yet knowing the truth of today.
Hopes of the future will soon pass by
Gone are the memories of the past;
Which only have left the scars behind
At times afflicting the soul and heart.
Dreams and aspires would keep me dormant
Spending uselessly this precious moment;
Fools have fallen while toiled the might
Planning whole day - toiling in the night.
Truth I know - the present is mine
With fruitful deeds, one day at a time.
By: Khirod Dalpati
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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