As I walk past the heaps of snow,
The sunshine hits my eye with all it’s glow,
Different thoughts cross my mind,
My babies sleeping, at the end of days grind,

Every new thing that I experience,
I share for them to feel my ambience,
Loneliness is a punishment, I knew I wasn’t,
I smoked and drank my time away,

Years later someone desired to be a part,
But not of my future just the past,
Having crossed my glories I walked into barren land,
Was still good enough to help and hold hand,

Learnt a few lessons about profession love and life,
I was amazed to meet people of very different type.

(April 30,2007)

Amit Biswas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/926-part-of-my-past/