POETRY: IN THE 'MARCH-PAST' OF LIFE

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

IN THE ‘MARCH-PAST’ OF LIFE

In the march-past of life,

I often had to fight for my right,

So also, in the march-past of life,

I often had to fight for my plight.

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Where, in the backwaters of my aspirations,

There was always a march-past of ambitions,

And in the animation of my fantasies,

A march-past of tribulations.

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For in the spate of luck,

My share was low,

But in the spirit of struggle,

My march-past was rife.

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For who cares and cares who?

As you are a small fry,

But the march-past of life,

Took me to the skies.

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And in the barracks of life,

Whenever it begins to twilight,

I pull out my boots,

For a march-past of another kind.

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Though names and definitions change,

March-past remains the same,

And even though it has no great name,

March-past is the gateway to fame.

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And march-past is divine,

As it quarantines,

The unwanted malware of your mind,

Just to keep you in line.

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