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BURIED PAST EXHUMED Today is a gift and always called present Yesterday has passed and referred to as past Nobody knows tomorrow and it’s always anonymous My past was dead and long buried in the casket All memories and remains six feet beneath the soil I came in the present and lived in the present I never knew the past, so I lived ignorant of its history Not that I didn’t care to ask but what will I ask? Something is wrong in the present that dates back to the past This wrongful thing is connected to the future. Today is the present and the present is a bad gift The problems got too enormous; I capsized in it amidst storms The wreck was too bad a worst; I got lost in it Deep down the ocean of confusion; I lay amidst sharks To the everyday of everyday; I strived to always survive to strive There is always hope, and I hoped for a better tomorrow While still hoping deep in the sea; sharks made my heart their abode Continually attacking me and slowly draining my life away To every solution I sought; no answer and no help To the misery of the present; the worst awaits in future. Death got our life on the edge Every tight cliff too slippery to hold Even in death; not all memories are dead So far there is life, the truth always surfaces At that unexpected moment, the truth got disvirgned My dead past was exhumed with all the pains and sorrow So wretched was the remains it drew blood amidst painful tears At that moment, the symbols of the present had its meaning It pains I knew now but it’s good to know how to tackle the present Exhumed is exhumed; bury the remains again; the memories lives on........... …Lordvip…

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