The Bygones

The bygones,

Days, months, years,

Age,

Youth.

I hark back,

I, be cognizant of

What I've Sown!

‘tis

Harvest time.

I reap Zilch.

Now,

I am desperate,

I try to mend the past.

How Silly!

My present

always an orphan,

Amidst,

my tryst,

to mend my past,

and

Secure the future.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)



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