Vidya Pandarinath Poet Lyric

The Past

 The domain of the things  that are foregone    
  Is a wild cemetery, a huge burial stretch ,    
  For the dry thoughts and memoirs - all     
  Enlivening with hope, as great or small         
   Forming and shaping an upstart or a wretch 
  And  cheering anew with every next  dawn   .

                                                                                                                            
Like blurred slides ,scenes glide and move ;   
 And dewy cold, yet fresh  brewing sensation  
 Prevails along the line of  reminiscence smug; 
And heavy frozen events are reluctantly dug  
 Out of the sad grave to re-form  the notion
In cloudy symbols and  faded colours a few,       

                                                                        
 The whole past seems as it were to ruffle       
 And turn into a revolting lot to bring out        
 A settled, confident self, ready for  change ; 
 Time may cause to encounter things strange ,   
 Painful, uneasy , prompting  a safe  rout  :  
 Never to give up, but to go on with the scuffle

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