Past, A Promenade Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A nice thing past, what a promenade!
Past is no psalm read and repeated,
Visit it and return,
Get enriched, from it learn,
Reference made leave it, walk ahead.

Future, a dreamland

And future, what else but a dreamland,
Sunny vision's land, but no God-send,
Never should ye stay there
In its rarefied air,
Fine, if used as a third helping hand.

Present, a gift of God

Life's lived well if lived in the present,
Heavenly gift is it— a present,
Waste no time in dead past,
Nor in future not cast,
Know thou this: NOW lasts a mere moment.
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Musings |03.08.16 |