A young friend of mine
is just starting out writing. Please take a look at his poem.
Personally, I think this young man has a good deal of potential :)
Mistaken
All those moments I
contemplated,
You were precise and I
was erroneous
All those moments I
deliberated,
I was a horrific jingle
in your stunning melody
I realize I was
mistaken
Because I was a canopy
to judge you
I realize I was
defective
Because my mistakes
were like a dew
It seems people don’t
recognize me
How bad someone feels
to be left out
It seems people don’t
recognize me
The pain and sting when
someone mistakes out
People find it
superior to blame me
People find it fine to
disgust me
But my pain and sting
are dissimilar and diverse
Cavernous in my heart
that nobody can touch and feel
Time reflected and
shown,
It was not me but
others
Who are immoral all the
time?
It was not me but
others
Who are idealistic tune
all the time?
Saurav Karki
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