The Biggest Mistake

With the palyful gait of a chid,
i was playing with my friends,
in the rocky hill and sand,
With all might i was playing the game.

All were busy pushing, pulling, running,
I too was doing the same,
but my attention was driven away from the game,
The sight of a playful goat was alluring me away.


The sight of the shiny black goat,
made me thought to chase and play with it,
But the goat was not ready to do the same,
so i was running fast to chase.

Its unwillingness to play with me,
was making me crazy to play,
So i was running with a frenzy,
to catch it with all my might.

I didnt realise what my chase may lead to,
my mind was filled with the only thought of catching it,
and running away from my mad chase,
It met its death inside a well.

Till date and every date of my life,
I regret and will always do so,
till the end of my life for my mad chase,
My mad chase leading to an innocent death!

by Winnie Angel

Comments (4)

Very interesting poem. How beautifully narrated the flying of birds in such adversities of nature and the poet sees the flying as glories of chance and hazards of death a great imagination. This is a marvelous poem.
Interesting, I would say. Haven't each of us - at one time or another - sat in a beautiful place - alone - devoid of other soul's, and watched a bird glide in the steep winds? I have. Many times. I can't think of a more beautiful way to express such an encounter. I think that is the magic of Mr. Sandburg - his ability to reach into the reader and find commonality - and then enhance it by transferring the mundane into great wonder.
He chose nice descriptive words: Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults, rapture of flight, eager and palpitant wings The only thing that really, really bothers me about modern poetry is that the poets don't rhyme. That's just personal preference. I think a poem flows so much better when the lines rhyme. This poem got a 6.2 with 75 votes. With his beautiful, descriptive words if he'd have made this rhyme I think the score would be much higher! What do modern poets have against rhyming anyway? ?
Magnificent imagery; painted complete scene of chance, love, death, eagerness... Wonderful!