My Story Poem by ashutosh kumar upadhyay

I am addicted to every new addiction
Sometimes in happiness, sometimes in sorrow, to get entangled

How to solve life without getting entangled in it
It doesn't matter to me; it has to be digested

When he said, you also tell your life story
I swore then not to tell him to anyone

when he passed through the narrow streets of my life
It didn't take long for him to shed tears from his eyes

I was beaten by laughing oppressors mercilessly
They punished me to write something new differently

Those stains of mind, still don't fade away
Although, I tried hard to install 'surf excel' in my heart

I asked a good saint, 'what is the scale of my life? '
He didn't say anything, just pointed toward the bar

See my strength of thoughts,
I still never visited the bar