Reflections of the Past Visions of the Future
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Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future Poetry Contest
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No of lines: 48; No of words: 397
Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future
My mind brims with a string of reflections
As the screen drops on half a century
In public service with love and passion,
Ever strolling the path of modesty
Serving at diverse rungs of the ladder
From lowest steps to holding the rudder.
All along my lengthy path, most top guns
Would digest all that I would cook, with taste,
So much care I invested in the run,
But most friends would take the task as time`s waste
Out of sheer greed and envy of my shine,
Soon attaining the ranks of upper shrine.
Some wished to untie the the knot of my boat
Some wished to take the wind out of my sail
Some envied my coat and brooded vile thoughts
Some sought from path of my goal to derail
Some disdained the rules of law I applied
Many stared at me with their grudging eyes.
I learnt through the hard way that office ground
Could be the breeding bed of jealousy
Where vile men could stab me with a deep wound
And close friends turn out to be enemy
Alas, ready to oust me from my seat
And without fear to celebrate their feat.
I surrendered not to shades of despair
Nor renounced the sparks of my cherished goal
Nor retired in the gloom with dark scare
Nor sanctioned the shrine of my silken soul
Nor disowned the gem of my inner self,
But amidst weird, wild winds remained myself.
When a burden was too heavy to bear
And to share with someone I could not afford,
Without any shadow of doubt or fear
I would fan the flame of faith in the lord
Whom in the depth of my heart I held dear
And the way forward would be crystal clear.
My present life bears the shines of the past,
Drawing from inner self, inspiration
To treat my day`s work as a piece of art
As a pearl of pristine pure creation
As a fragment of gem to be adored
As an offering of love to the Lord.
Now with my hair turning grey and bones lean
Crystal balls envision my future life,
Though dipped in pains, to be calm and serene
Though smitten with the sneaky stings of strife,
To be dispensed in prayers at His shrine
Until the very last breath I shall sign.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025
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