Treasure Island

ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Mistake


This is not my mistake.
I have not done this.
My mind is somewhere else.
I not responsible for all this.

Every one commit mistake
One should have art to speak truth.
Say “yes I have done this mistake”
Difficult to speak, but undoubtedly
A novel way to reduce mistake.
Freedom of mind for making plan to hide mistake.

Came out from shyness.
There are so many excuses.
Believe it or not excuses are helpful in creating more mistake.
Promptly accepting mistake
Will make everyone more responsible and accurate.

Nothing new, very simple.
Irony is that every one knew it.
Through away shyness & accept mistake.
Task is difficult, but not impossible.
Free mind from tension and enjoy.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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