BURNED PAPERS

Burned  my   papers in a pile of fire

Those papers carried poems

I regret burning those papers

  I was taken back to memory lane

Where I used

To write poetry 

I was scoffed at for my writing 

I then gave up on writing 

My rage made  me

To write again 

It gave me life 

When I was crammed with adversities

Made me burn the pages of my book

I regretted   burning 

Each page of my book

Where I wrote my poems

I missed that book

Made me learned 

Now, I am in the paradise of writing

Where I can be myself