A cuckoo singing at the twilight <br />Taps my window softly. <br />A pale tree and a drooping sky <br />Are there to humble my thoughts <br />And I am lost in the past <br />Friends, you know me for long! <br /> <br />I often wonder <br />Why your tall hills hide my clouds <br />Sure to rain for a while <br />Over a parched strip of land! <br />Your hills are tall and huge <br />Friends, I too know you for long! <br /> <br />A colossal shade of a tomorrow <br />Invites me to visualise a future <br />But I prefer to live in the past <br />Which never wanted to become present <br />And it will never enter my house <br />That you have been building for me <br /> <br />I want to invite the death discreetly <br />While praising the life and listening to birds <br />But in the crumbling palace of cards <br />I search not for a chamber of my trapped tomorrow <br />I have learned enough history <br /> <br />Between yourselves and myself <br />A sea is now surreptitiously raging. <br />Its waves are dividing the shores <br />But I know where to drown <br />When you swim safe to a hopeless tomorrow <br />My life is a lot to my yesterdays....<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-yesterdays-3/
