My Past As A Myth Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

In the voids of the present vague
For things untoward and bleak
My Past sleeps smooth
With a frown and a look sinister.

My Past was a myth indeed.
Its attire was royal blue
And its rod of reign golden
With a sharp end at times.

In the voids of my Present
Fill the squeals and the groans
The former is mine and the latter is theirs
In the voids they rise and fall.

My Past sleeps alone
On the pavement of time
That craves for a sunrise.
My Past wants to yawn and yell.

A Myth, a mystery of yestertimes
My Past is a reverie sweet
Oh Present, desert me for ever
Oh Life, retreat towards the might
Of that World clear and dear!