My Past

I Kept yearning for my dreamy past
Peopled by my dear ones- all in my heart;
I kept weeping, thinking of my past
The memory of my losses, I suffered hard.
I kept reaping the wisdom from my past
My experiences that filled me to the last;
I kept weaning the sorrow from my past
My eyes to shed tears of gratitude to God;
I kept hoping in the future of my past
To make it shine in brilliance, like the stars
My future came to fuse in present the experiences of my past
The future and the present, are a fruit of my past.

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