I May Not Return by Rajnish Mishra
No, I may not return ever.
Yes, that’s destiny,
self-scripted,
inflicted.
Had I known,
written the script,
contemplated The end
of the road less travelled?
Had I, ever?
Past is not a place
to revisit.
Past is not a phase
to re-live.
Past is not a page
to rewrite.
Past is past;
the slippery sand
that slips dryly
From between the fingers,
is lost,
Is gone.
Short Bio:
Rajnish Mishra is poet, writer, thinker and blogger. He has published more than a dozen books, and has edited six anthologies. He runs his own poetry ezine: PPP Ezine and blogs
poetrypoeticspleasure. wordpress.com and rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com .
Yes, that’s destiny,
self-scripted,
inflicted.
Had I known,
written the script,
contemplated The end
of the road less travelled?
Had I, ever?
Past is not a place
to revisit.
Past is not a phase
to re-live.
Past is not a page
to rewrite.
Past is past;
the slippery sand
that slips dryly
From between the fingers,
is lost,
Is gone.
Short Bio:
Rajnish Mishra is poet, writer, thinker and blogger. He has published more than a dozen books, and has edited six anthologies. He runs his own poetry ezine: PPP Ezine and blogs
poetrypoeticspleasure.
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