Future is foggy, always.
Past becomes misty.
Present is clear, in sight.
Long back, I used to grope,
In the present to go ahead,
Yet future remained far off.
Long back, is used to dream,
Of my past to entertain myself,
Yet, the past fed off & off.
The truth is present,
To stand erect & firm,
The soil is todays’ only.
To march forth, built yourself;
Today, past is an asset.
Future is the opportunity.
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