Sign up to save your podcasts
Or
Share The Past Is Dead And Gone | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny "Sahil" | English Poetry
Share to email
Share to Facebook
Share to X
Share to email
Share to Facebook
Share to X
Or
The Past Is Dead And Gone | Poetry By Ashok Sawhny "Sahil" | English Poetry
The Past Is Dead And Gone
The past is dead and gone
As will the future too,
Your mind is what imprisons
And also liberates you.
It’s there that you live
And die there too,
And yet we fail to understand
What we always knew.
The repository of good and bad
How complex is the mind !
That which you seemingly look for
You seldom seem to find.
And yet we often say, don’t we,
With cosmetic nonchalance!
That we always knew right from wrong
And nothing is ever just chance.
How little do we our minds know!
And even less do we care,
For at the back of it lies dormant always
The thought that one day we shan’t be there.
Sometimes a wish and then a dread,
But we’ll never both keep and eat the bread.
View all episodes
By Ashok SawhnyThe Past Is Dead And Gone
The past is dead and gone
As will the future too,
Your mind is what imprisons
And also liberates you.
It’s there that you live
And die there too,
And yet we fail to understand
What we always knew.
The repository of good and bad
How complex is the mind !
That which you seemingly look for
You seldom seem to find.
And yet we often say, don’t we,
With cosmetic nonchalance!
That we always knew right from wrong
And nothing is ever just chance.
How little do we our minds know!
And even less do we care,
For at the back of it lies dormant always
The thought that one day we shan’t be there.
Sometimes a wish and then a dread,
But we’ll never both keep and eat the bread.