Though I strive not to gaze through the binocular into the past <br />Before drawing flowers for the future that is yet to come to pass, <br />Nevertheless, I am forced to borrow paints from those bygone years <br />And water my flowering plants with groundswell of tears. <br /> <br /> <br />The road to future is a road tarred with past experiences and pain <br />The pleasant ones and the bad ones that we along the way gained, <br />But since I don’t wish to blow myself up with feelings of buoyancy or regret <br />I aspire to forget that background so as to preserve my self-interests. <br /> <br /> <br /> But then I realized that the road that we traversed in the past <br />Is a labyrinth of intricate network interwoven and vast, <br />These roads have a tendency to latch on us unaware <br />Though we may aspire to digress from its everyday affairs.<br /><br />Rajesh Thankappan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-binocular/
