They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday prose poem

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The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday.
I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding.
It includes an Aunt, who left yesterday.
The old year has ended yesterday, and it’s a new year today.
Challenges awaiting, to be taken single handedly, whom to look up for support?
Let me look up at the sky. The stars are twinkling and inspiring.
Some say, the stars are our forefathers who have died for my sake, till yesterday.
They silently tell me to get up and fight, till the end. They all want me to win.
Then they will come closer to me, to shower their blessings on me. T
he path leading to the future will be brilliantly lit by their presence closer to me. Then, the time has come to forget yesterday, the year which has passed away, the decades, the centuries and the Eras.
Let me start the new year with new vigor with you all friends.
I will forget that my forefathers ever existed if you friends are with me.
Let me cheer up for the new year. ….LET ME WISH MYSELF , A HAPPY NEW YEAR !

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Raghuvir L. Chary

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ADMIRER OF BEAUTY IN ALL FORMS! I WISH TO UNDERSTAND ALMIGHTY GOD AND BE ONE WITH HIM, YET SUBORDINATE TO HIM TO SERVE HIM IN DIFFERENT WAYS.
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