My Dreaded Past Poem by Muhammad Afzal
My Dreaded Past
I was sitting in the meadows
Thinking, Thinking about my past
That I watch before me close
That had all gone too fast
I think about the moments
Moments I dread
Moments I can't seem to forget
Moment I have have fled
From what made me, what scarred me
I still remember
Those distant days of December
When we would play and eat
But those were the days before I had grown
Grown up, to see the cruel world
And have my mind blown
I think about the moments Moments I dread Moments I can't seem to forget Moment I have have fled From what made me, what scarred me..... the experience of the cruelty in this world especially at present...... lovoe your thoughts, cogitations and the philosophy you derive from your own experiences reflected in this great poem.... thank you dear poet. tony
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5/6/2024 12:04:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Insightful train of thought well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Muhammad.