Mistake Poem by Naveed Akram

Mistake



The mistake is bitter not better,
Some of us make mistakes all hated,
Some spring their eyes in death,
Letting us wield the knife
Until the murder is a mistake.

The mistakes prevent big questions,
Fully answerable,
The rest of the folly is a work of the Devil,
The one who asks silliness when he appears.

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Naveed Akram

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