My poem-1 (The Haunting Past)

                                                            The Haunting Past

                                                        By Ajit Kumar Chetry


It is easy to forget past

You burn it or covered with dust.

 

But then we losses our soul

It’s the real treasure and human’s gold.

 

It is what makes us different from other being.

This has what enable us to fly without a wing.

 

But sadly it is also the source of our all pain.

Reason of most conflicts with no gain.

 

We cannot be biased to keep only good

We have to live with both, they are our mortal soul’s food.

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