When It Becomes Present Poem by san santhosh

Same gate, the road crossing the same way
Once I had the belief, the present is the presentable one
Now I am thinking about the past
where you passed me...
Just few days before, I visited there
Its nice, full of your memories
now my eyes sense my heart
the same breeze crossing me
I know it is very difficult to trace the past
in the same way near the same gate
But I am ready to face the future
when it becomes present