My Past

My Past short poem

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I am often left wondering
couldn’t I have shaped my
life’s journey a better way

I try to recollect the path
by which I traversed in Life

I do the post mart em of
my actions and realise
the blunder i committed
all the way

I start brooding over the past
and cursing my self for the path
i chose to traverse

Path that i traversed seems to
have abruptly stopped and
I see myself hovering around at
the same spot without moving an inch

I fail to understand that I have one
more chance to go in right path
to reach my ultimate destination

I cut short my forward journey
feeling myself getting wounded
by my past mistakes

The wound gets worsened as I
brood more and more on my
past decisions

Finally I encounter the inevitable end
of my Life without moving an inch towards
reaching the ultimate Glory

Brooding over the past has Boomeranged
on my future and I quit the world
without being noticed even by my shadow

 

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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