PresentA Poem by NayanThe past makes us sad, the future fearful... And still we can not just live in the present! We choose to ignore the innumerous gifts that present showers before us... Alas!
Why do people - Remember things of old? What gain do
they bring - With pain, unrecoverable, untold?
When one night falls, Another day rises! Live the present, friend, Future’s for surprises!
Not the future, nor the past, Present as well, shall not last! Feelings only, in the little heart, Grow it dear, save it fast!
Be it shine, or rain, Be it joy, or pain, When you let wash life’s stain, Open mind with each moment’s gain!
Then life freed,
flows - Away from anxiety’s blows! Ups and downs taken as colour shades, Not as the threatening killer blades!
Mind opens,
heart beats - Imagination and hope breeds! No! Don’t recall memories of old! See! The present has brought gifts of gold!
Nayan 7:30 pm, Wed, 26th June 2013 In train, Secunderabad "Patna (bits and pieces written and modified from lines written on 31st Jan 2010, and even before…) © 2013 NayanReviews
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StatsAuthorNayanHyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, IndiaAboutHello, I am Nayan from India. I love Poetry, Philosophy, Photography and Music; and want Goodwill to mankind! I get astonished every moment at the marvels of science and space... Let me travel.. more..Writing
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