Savita Tyagi


By Gone


I am your past
Bury me alive
Dirge not for me
Envy me not
Mirth and carnality I had
Of youth shines no more
What changes with time
I have no hold
Carpediem is over
Suffering I endure
Quietly I lay in repose
Deep in your thought
A gleam of your eyes
oft I suppose.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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  • Gold Star - 22,211 Points Akhtar Jawad (9/13/2014 1:09:00 AM)

    A lovely write, time makes past just a memory, and it is painful to bury the past when it is alive. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 17,104 Points Valsa George (8/23/2013 12:46:00 AM)

    Yes, past is over. Ofcourse, we have no hold over time. So the Present is the only thing that matters! Don't waste it in regrets! Enjoy it... Carpe diem! ! A small beautiful poem! ! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 26,969 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/21/2013 8:56:00 PM)

    deep in thought, I like it, thanks. (Report) Reply

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