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Mistakes.

A question has been
Haunting me
Of rights and wrongs,
Asking me with bland eyes
To figure out the wants,

I held to this thought
For very long,
Having been taught
That lesser the mistakes
Better the stakes,

What I seem to have learnt
Is that the more the score
Of your mistakes
The greater the chances
Of knowing what it takes,

The lesser you commit mistakes
The fewer the opportunities
And smaller the gates.

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  1. Rachesh12 October 2021 at 11:35

    Nice..after long time😄

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  2. Nidhi Bhatia12 October 2021 at 18:38

    Lovely as always🥰

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  3. Anonymous8 February 2023 at 01:31

    Mistakes, nevermind. Just learn from them.

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  4. Anonymous10 July 2023 at 13:31

    I don't see any new post these days. For Some people your word are wisdom and hope. I can associate with your writing, the hope, love, pain, longing, trust and life in it drives me to live my passion. Don't Stop Writing. God bless you.

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    1. Fatema Kotawala15 July 2023 at 14:07

      Hey, thank you very much for your kind words. I appreciate what you said. And I am really glad you can associate with my writings! :) I hope I start writing soon.

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  5. Anonymous1 October 2023 at 10:49

    Nice one

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  6. Anonymous2 January 2024 at 16:32

    Good one

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