Y E S T E R D A Y Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Be what you want to become
Go and fetch the ends far or near
I wouldn't be surprised if you
Stagger or sail to ascend the apogee
Since, I know you deserve a lot more
Than Just to scale a few miles

Never look back on the steps trodden
Bruised threads of Grass or the floral Garden
Don't worry about their future or fate
Let their tears enrich your success and sweats
The rivulets of fruition may surge to flood
May your success be written in their warm blood!

Don't scratch the wounds thou did by exit
Let the life in course of time learn to exist
The scars are fresh and greenish though
Let them rot in your memory or so
Don't look at them with your eyes cruel
It's too much..! To prune the blunted hedge
Break not the fence that is broken, and bare
In your absence perhaps there is none to care.

Porous ribs are now poorer to collapse
Battered hard by the gruesome past
Shrunken shoulders once lent to climb
Being on top thou never shied to chide
Being bewildered by your treacherous Tact
It turned bristle with many a renegade stance
Now it waits in penance in its leaning posture
The crucial hour of final departure

Be that what you want to become
Delve or dive or map oblivion
Smiles may decorate your fantasy tomorrow
Would you ever ask a question to answer?
The Bragged altars are built on
Whose bone and marrow?

Neither have I desired to yield the pickings
Nor do I wish to have any salami slice
Laurels of today may opt to crawl at thee
Riches profane may have temporal glee
Despite your desire to shelve the past
Make no mistake…! Your Yesterdays;
Shall always remain beholden to ‘Me'

©SACHI-JULY-2019