The trail in the mountains
The one I chose to follow
That which was craved a hundred
Times before
Is the one followed by any million
On any day
Is the trail of history
The history that came with errors
The lessons the remained unturned
The things we learned by practice
But not the one that’s preached
A hundred words that did not turn the wheel
Let a small instance call a tornado
Every mistake I make was already made
Yet the lesson is learned
Right when we take the turn
Right when we make the wrongs
Into the ditch we fall
Dirtying every clean mind once pristine
To rise again from new fall
I learn only when I did fall…
A mind that did not revive, until the lesson learnt was burnt inside… Read my novel Aara: The legacy of the fire queen here to know the whole story.
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