THE PRISONERS OF PAST / अतीत के कैदी

<p>Sometimes I feel as if poetry is not good for me. It may be good for me to write poetry but it forces me to think about those things which I do not want to talk about. It is only during these winter days that I have to take the help of poetry to spend them. Like a friend. Yes... friend... What matters more than that is that before being a habit poetry is an art. Which is born out of pain that pain which has no cure. Which stays for the whole life may reduce for some time but that one silent month of the year brings back the noise of memories.</p>