Often Wrong

I at once lose temper and go to rage
For the satisfaction of doubtful heart
By tearing from life 's book a peaceful page
Taking fire in mouth I want to play my part.

I feel that they deceive me cunningly
This feeling fills my heart up to the brim
At once I am devoid of bliss heavenly
All bright beams of thought become dark and dim.

Often I come to know that my belief was wrong
And to the extent of shameful action
I was giving music to a false song
And feel I can never reach perfection.

May I get a mirror of watching doubts
That may tell what is right, what is wrong
And my conscience never to itself shout
With full peace may I sing life's sweet song.

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May I get a mirror of watching doubts That may tell what is right, what is wrong And my conscience never to itself shout With full peace may I sing life's sweet song. Yes life is a sweet song. it all depends how we take it. Our approach to life and how we accept life's problems is very important. thank you for your vision. tony
Great poem of reflections.
Admitting one's faults is the biggest step...the first one to becoming a better person!
to know ones faults and admit to them is a virtue many never attain