The Past Is A Prison

There are so many places to reside,

And the worst place for you to avoid.

The past that you dwell,

None can be changed, I'm here to tell.

Treat the past as lessons,

For a better future, it'll change like seasons.

The past is a burial ground,

That you bury all of your wounds.

No point for anyone to cling,

As it will heal like a bee's sting.

Regret will get you nothing,

But it takes away your something.

It is flame that you didn't create,

Yet, you are willing to suffocate.

Ignoring all that lies ahead,

In this journey, be prepared in your head.

Create memories from the good,

Cremate all that bothers which is bad.

Do not be trapped or stuck,

Focus on growth, may be another luck.

There is no happiness nor solace,

Only situations that take away the peace.

The past is a prison that you own,

So, do not put yourself to burn.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.