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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