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.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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