The Dead Past Poem

The Dead Past

By

SUBRAMANIA BHARATI

Stumble not, fools! into the pit- 

the preying destroying remembrance 

of things past and done with-

 nor with the agony of vain regrets: 

the Past will not return!

Rather grapple to your heart the thought 

that you have but today accomplished 

the baptism of another birth.

 Eat and play and live the happy life

 The Past and all its evil will cease for ever!

The Damozel Mind

Maiden Mind! Listen. Clinging to one thing you swing to another; as I ask you to hold on to the good, you slink away disgusted; when I order you to skip an idea, you grasp it the more tightly;