Mistake short poem

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Mistakes are generally
committed in plenty
while Life moves on as lengthy

Mistakes doesn’t flash before thought
It springs up only after thought

Mistakes are mostly UN intentional
but they are pointed out as intentional

Mistakes in life are the steps to learn the right
Mistakes on repetition leads to the wrong way

Mistake not the person who points it out
Mistake the person who hides it out

An unintentional mistake gives scope for improvement
Intentional mistake has no place for improvement

Mistakes are the prerogative of human beings
Mistakes are also distrucive to human beings

Mistake not the straight forward
If you do so you are sure to go backward

Make no mistake you are watched
more for you committing the mistake
then for acknowledging you for
your flawlessness

Mistakes are part of ones life
Part not the mistake which
would then make Life lifeless

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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