It is often said
Our life is a book,
Each phase of life
A chapter of the book
And the birth and death
Represent prologue and epilogue.
But unlike a book
Life goes only one way
A person can’t revisit
The chapters of his life
Except in memories and thoughts.
A person can’t foresee
What is in store at the end
Before its due time
And what is present now
Will become past next moment
A reason strong enough
Why one should grasp the present!
Yet we continue
To loathe and live with
Regrets and failures of the past
Also keep on pondering
What is due in the future
And in the process
Unable to live moments
Of the real and beautiful present.
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