Yester Day Poem by ramesh rai

Why speak of the past—
of the one who made me weep,
who came bearing a cup of poetry
laced with poison?

I had yearned to study,
or perhaps to become an ascetic;
yet, bound by worldly attachments,
I was swept along the river of life.

Accepting the decree of destiny,
I embraced the poem of my life;
today, I stand at the crossroads,
searching for a new poem.

Tell me, my Lord,
where must I go next?

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11/9/2026 4.32AM
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