Time with its three facets,
The vehicle of three engines to move
At its velocity in its direction
Ever unstoppable, never reversible.
The past, the present, and the future,
In them, life is a play on the stage triple
The present has connectivity
With the past at its back
With the future to its fore.
The past with the store of memoirs,
The failures after constant efforts
As the lessons to teach pessimism,
Lurking in mind unforgettable,
Of the marks on the shores un-erasable
Follows like the shadow to haunt the object.
The future with dreams ever in rise
Leads life in time’s ceaseless flow,
Filled with numerous hopes in glow,
A clear sign of optimism.
A student who failed in the last exam
Tries with all expectations to pass
For the future is the rising sun.
In life, all triple-baked experience
A child, born in the present as a boon
Slowly grows aware of the past behind
And her future before in the present.
Life seems to build a bridge
Between the experience of stark realities
And the unpromising dreams.
The essence of life substance.
Published: Poetcrit 36.2 (July - December 2023) : 183
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