My past has became raisin, <br />Once it was pulpy grapes, <br />Sweet and sour mixed; dried, <br />Now seems so tasty; my pride, <br /> <br />I am enjoying with yesteryear's pain, <br />Enough it gave to me, made me human, <br />My poems are what; that's the gain, <br />I look back and write- past my lumen,<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-my-lumen/
