“My dear brother, come back. I see. Have some time for us, OK. Well, this is the last poem. Its name is, ‘Mistaken Mistake’ and it says:
With right intention and
Using good thoughts and emotions
Sometimes, not always,
We make a mistake
Crack! Crash, Sad, Bad, Alas, Bore,
Are like the thunders of light breaking,
Yet, bear it and learn to
Bear if for then and only then
We know it that
Life isn’t only joy, but
It’s a lesson as well,
Yes, a lesson of understanding,
Moreover, it’s an understanding
To make wise
Be wise and seek not
To make mistake and
If somehow, somewhere, unknowingly,
And unwillingly or by mistake
We may make a mistake
Then share the tears with
The new lesson with old wisdom and
With bold wisdom,
Yes! With old and bold wisdom
That like others and like everyone else
We, aren’t different from others and
Bhagouauty shares his being with all creatures.
This is good; at least, you accept that life is like that. Forget your errors, mistakes, weak points and other such hopeless words. Always be hopeful and just keep going; you will laugh at it one day, but don’t let the child in you be silent or sad because you’re to be always young at and in your heart. I know that you understand it that the trials and the errors of life don’t project errors as the mistakes, I see it’s good that you agree, I never go hopeless because we’re lucky having the feelings of a child within seeking wisdom of life, isn’t it,” she said.
“Well, I fully agree. However, madam, you know, the child within doesn’t understand the language that’s without feelings, isn’t it,” he said.
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