The Past Is Dead, Cannot Be Relived Poem by Mohammad Younus

The past is dead, cannot be relived;
Let it not linger in the mind's archive.
If unlocked, it reveals scenes of horror,
While the present is a realm of change,
Where each moment asks for wise decisions
To manifest our deepest lovely desires
Or dispel shadows we wish to see drift away.

Shunning delusions and false beliefs,
Need we shed to end the stress and anguish.
Let tension and turmoil weighing us down,
Dissolve and fade silently into the void.

The dead past and the unborn future
Cannot banish the dark clouds above,
But to let the sun shine bright,
We must not let these clouds persist.

Yet, this does not mean the storm will cease;
It's relentless, and the divine tests us all.
With divine intervention and hopeful intention,
One day, our garden of peace will bloom,
Covering the valley of the heart in serenity.

Peace exists in the present, if we just strive
Leaving the dead past, and future not yet born
Peace is like a quiet, gentle, running stream,
That flows through my heart, a peaceful dream.
That we can see when we know the divine peace.

MyKoul