I feel I am erred my visions on world
I think I am committing mistakes in life
Where I am bound to correct my senses
But what I feel the world is also same
The mistakes a lot coming there in world
What transpire is humans have the tendency
Always to miss the sense of correction
And to follow the mistakes others done
Where only hope to corrective attitudes
That saves the world ever to make hope.
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