Trust Your Instincts, Would You Not? Poem by Poornima Kanasen

The moon glorifies the sunless period of time
with a touch, it uncovers the outer most layer of darkness,
allowing some mercy to reach us,

Rather accompanied by its most faithful alliances,
than being lonely at all,
the stars, not one, not two..
tonnes of them, countless, in constellations..

It's like every stars has a story to unfold,
just like every souls present here,
has a story unspoken of,
the music dies off slowly resembling an ember, the lyrics unsung,
but the pain, casts its shadow against dispirited ones,

All of which that became a history, let it be that way,
the past can't be denied or forgotten or abandoned,
let it be as it is,

Welcomed by the promising horizon once,
now it seems uncertain,
the future's paths, all laid out, yes!
but, the routes are many just as the options are to us,

Which choice should you make,
ignoring the past, having faith in present, upholding a future that is yet to happen,
or
having digested the past, living every moment of the present, hoping for a better future..

Trust your instincts, would you not?