The Ghosts of the Past

The ghosts of the past do us often haunt,

Wonder what they from us want?

They heap upon us shame,

We hardly know how them to tame!

Our conscience they prick,

Inside us they build a hall of shame brick by brick!

Often they confront us to hold us to account,

And we are left wondering how this growling tiger to mount!

They won’t let us live in peace,

Out of our pleasant delusional reveries do they us so cruelly tease!

They are our karma come to meet us,

They will not brook any evasion or fuss!

We are left wondering how to lay them to rest,

Here repentance true and atonement alone will serve us best!

That is the only way to come to terms with this pandemic of shame,

That is the only way this runaway tiger to tame!

Arun Bhagat

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