Want Peace ?

Neither I ask to forget the past
Nor to take flights of imagination
Just I ask to keep an eye on
Who we are or what we do
As that is our today’s destination.

Living on clouds is not the solution
Nor dwelling upon the dead past
Living with what we do have
Is the present which never goes past.
Living with what we have
Gives us eternal peace and harmony
Dreaming aplenty but having none
Causes lots of frenzy and disharmony.
Reason is simple, clear and plain
We can’t delight in we don’t have,
Utility and usability is of only one
That we have; not in we don’t have.
Mind is a busy battleground
Warriors are past and the future
Killing the pleasing present
Which is the source of real pleasure?
Let’s be off from this arena
Where dead fights with unborn
And sway whole-hog in today
That brings peace to lovelorn.

Poet’s Note:
Past is dead and future is unborn. But we human beings are so wise that we dwell in them most of the time and so foolish that we disregard what we have in our hands !

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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