Past Is Dead Poem by Mohammad Younus

Past is dead;
The dead does not arise!
Present breathing;
Until the last breath it exhales;
Future uncertain!
Future unpredictable!
Future unattainable!
Yet for the people of vision...
...as clear as the moon...
...in the cloudless sky!
In the last watch of night...
...the cool Breeze blows gently;
The moonlit window smells of roses;
Wake up! From sleep!
The sun is rising!
The new day is breaking!
The day and the night alternate!
Life moves on its circular path!

MyKoul