No use crying over spilt milk
none the less no use to sulk
past is gone forever
wipe of remnants ever.
The days that are before
would be worth about a crore
with that in mind keep going
enchanted by the smooth sailing.
The retrospection is a solace never
the fever and fret remind you ever
could be a lesson to learn in ways
learning never ends being there always.
Not to be tied greatly to the past
either be it glory or ignominy in fast
forget the bygone in a quick stroke
otherwise you would be a broke.
Memory is short they say
could be a blessing in a way
nurturing an enmity and ill feel
could rip you in a steal.
Meenas Poems 