Treasure Island

Palas Kumar Ray

(India)

Some Committed Mistakes


If I could turn back time
I would have committed
the same mistakes once again.

Not that this is my will
but this is how things goes in life.
You do many things which you don't want to do.

If I am given a chance I will think again.
But this likely, after checking pros and cons
I will again decide to repeat a few mistakes.

Some mistakes seem inevitable in life.
We commit these mistakes because we are
never sure how things can be right otherwise.

I would have repeated the same mistakes
If you, me and all other circumstances
would have remained the same.



© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Edited: Saturday, June 07, 2014

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