How many times will I make
the same mistakes all over again.
Error of judgement or death wish
whatever I name them.
sound hollow excuses,I know.
But I have to live them down,
whether I like or not.
Like old habits,they recur,
leaving me in the lurch.
As I chase the mirage,
with uncerain steps,
my destination dims away,
In the horizon.
Still it beckons me with a smile,
as I repeat my mistakes all over again.

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Arunangshu Paul
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