My Past Pricks Me
I have left my past long back,
To strive to live in present sac,
Waiting for future's pack,
But my past me pricks me.
I gave my life a new begin,
The hope always lies therein,
To wash away all the sin,
But me past pricks me.
The time I came at me past,
Two options lied atlast,
Accept it or neglect it alas,
But my past pricks me.
To secure my future,
I screwed loved one's nature,
Became reason of ditcher,
But my past pricks me.
It became a necessity,
Present's hospitality,
But in the reality,
My past pricks me.
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