Mistakes

Poem By Chaitanya Dorwat

Oh! how much I love to err,
learn things the hard way,
I could pray to my Lord,
to clear his throat
or raise an eyebrow,
at a misjudged step,
but I know that He won't.
When am I to live and love living,
if I am wary at every step.
Who am I to judge his world,
and call it evil when I am sad;
Why should I find comfort,
in a fellow man's bitter words.
How am I to know
unless I take that step and tumble.
Where am I to hide from regrets
knowing that I'll be a better man.
Feel free to make mistakes my friend
'Old time is still a- flying'
but hurt no one, while ye may
and you'll be wiser, the next time.

Comments about Mistakes

Simply amazing poem.here
yes.....road to success z not free of bumps...we hv 2 tk steps and fall n learn frm them....grt poem...kp penning
Mistakes are natural. No matter, keep it up. I enjoyed your poems.
We are all frail human beings. Thanks for the good advice. Enjoyed the way you expressed human frailty. Please take a look at my new poems. Would love to hear from you. Best Wishes.


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