Misery of Mistakes

a poem by Runa Pradhan

At each stairs of time
My mind does merely mistakes
Couldn’t connect with heart
Rather it’s started to forsake

Mind mourned and withered
Like dried odourless flowers
And my mind again and again
Commits mistakes showers

Couldn’t be done chill to self
And couldn’t be chuckled at all
Yet miseries are mended and
I pained and fainted all in all