Present is Present

Past, past and gone past

Do they ever anything cast?

They do. They mould.

They shape, they truly cast

The actions of present

And advent future

To be or not to be

To abide or glide.

Comers will be coming

Goers will be going

Men will be living

Living and dying

Dying on bed

Living being fed

They will be lying

Lying on earth

Spying on grave

Fighting like brave

Laughing their mirth

Pleasure to unearth

And glory to crave.

All will then

Inseparably remain

With them to retain

Their sorrow and moan

Moan and grief
The knotted tale warrants so brief.

All are friends

Of men in silence

Who is dumb pretending

And deaf withstanding

Deaf not to hear

And dumb not to bear

The cracks of stone

Which grieves its groan.

The wolves in men

Now live in present

And leave their past

Past to die

And present to belie.

Lo! One more moment is gone

Present is present and past forlorn
On the perennial path of eternity
Where there is no life nor death. 
                                © Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra