My Mistakes Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

I was on a train to Chennai;
I opened the window and threw it out,
At once, it vanished from my sight,
My failures bundled up tightly.
I thought they were precious
But I hardly learnt anything from my mistakes
That was weighing heavy on my chest;
I do not wish to recount them now.
My school teachers of Hindu High School
At Chennai awakened me many years ago
I am off to feel their presence
In the rooms, they stood and taught,
In the corridors where I greeted them
And in the staff-room where they enjoyed
Their snuff or paan.
I did not want to carry
The bundle of mistakes to my school
Lest they prove, they are contagious
And spread.