Contending or condemning,
always,
Never bring contentment but
discord;
Reason why herein in this
Modern age,
Perceive present from
perspective of past,
Wrong to say never look in
mirror behind;
As what’s to come or on what
path you drive,
Would be reflection of, that
would illumine.
Indeed, scratching wounds bequeath
null,
But reflection from past
would draw line;
From where one shalt
commence to contest,
And in the direction on
which self opined.
Time’s cyclic or linear or what
goes around, reoccur,
Some wait for some to
change whilst some for world;
On a path if one traverse, shalt
look both sides,
Else would fall or degrade by what’s
relinquished unheard.
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020