Cry not on flowers wilted,
Count not on buds that canker might blight,
But marvel over beauty blossomed!
Extinct are our Yesterdays,
Illusory are our Tomorrows,
Today is all that exists,
What there is and all there is.
Today is our way up hill
The arena for action decreed
The stage set for the show
The tool and trade for life.
Today well lived leaves -
Every Yesterday
A reminiscence - sweet to relish!
Every Tomorrow
A vision glorious to chase!
Drool not, hence, over yester years
Rant not on chances missed
Greet Today, right in front!
Render it your respiration and perspiration
Turning Yesterday - a commemoration
Tomorrow - a stimulation
And life - a celebration!
I just cannot get enough of you. Each time, you happen to me all over again. I'm charged up with this persuading/motivational piece, sweet mentor.
Cry not and count not but marvel over is what yesterday, tomorrow and today is.....so elegantly crafted I am really mesmerised........Valsa.....as usual great write..............
A beautiful poem with a positive message.Words very well chosen.
'Every Yesterday.....A reminiscence- sweet to relish Every tomorrow.......A vision glorious to chase' Excellently penned. Enjoyed it.
But we must love in the present. I appreciated this composition that emphasizes his ideas. Appreciated this excellent poem. Top score.
A great poem dear madam. This poem tales me to the great Longfellow' s Psalm of life.. where he says, we have already left past and the future is uncertain but
I like the title of this magnificent poem. It sends a powerful message. Very captivating. Every stanza can be a Mantra that could guide us in our everyday life. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.10 +++++
An excellent write imbued with wisdom and insight. Each stanza stands out. Very inspiring and highly motivational.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We should marvel over beauty blossomed as beauty motivates mind. There is no need to cry for wilted flowers. There is no need to count the cankers those might blight the bud. Today is a perception. But tomorrow is a stimulation. Every situation in life that comes is joyous and we should celebrate life. Today is our present way to climb up the top of the hill. This poem is a stunning poem and very brilliantly and excellently penned...10