Learn from your mistakes


Poem by

Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.


While jogging I tripped over lace,

Next time tied my shoes with grace,


I sang out of tune at the dinner,

Practice, well almost made me a crooner,


I fell when somebody pulled the chair away

Brushed my right hand, to my Utter dismay,


It was my turn, I said

Tit for tat,


And hurt to my content,

The guilty brat,


In the run with,

Trail and error


I have grown to be

A lot wiser.


Writer is a poet and has written a book titled  H A R M O N Y a collection of poems.

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