Past
The past is good and the past is bad,
it makes you happy as well as sad.
When you feel the people ignoramus towards you,
just smile and walk away as if they are too good to you.
I know the world is idyllic without me,
as I'm not concerned with any of there likings.
I never feel alone ,
As i know God is walking beside me to home.
I pray to God for my past to not to come back,
As the future waits for me with the happy arrivals I have.
This feeling of nostalgia always hurts me,
But I'm happy that at least one person is there with me.
And I'm such a stupid person,
that in this world I expect people to understand my situation.
But It's alright as someday my life will take a change soon,
And the happy days will come back with the arrival of the new moon.
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