Shall we free of mistakes ever since?
If, I do one, I’ll try to justify.
“To ‘err, is humane”,I ‘uld say.
Deny, justify and feel guilt at the end.

Once, caught red handed,
I ‘uld remorsefully feel pinch of it,
Oh!, It was done unconsciously.
And made up my mind for correction.

There may be flaws, to everyone in actions.
Let the flaws be like flowers,
Which wither away eventually,
So does a flaw, if done by mistake.

Solitude

Be in solitude in between, at least
In old age, under a ‘Bodhe’tree.
Not to measure the intimacy of others.
But, to win the company of thou.

Even in the presence of other people,
I know, myself that I am quite alone.
Better dwell in the midst of horrors.
Than plunging into the evil society.

That I know, in the absence of others,
I live peacefully at the heart of solitude.
I sing like a Nightingale in the darkness,
Cheering up myself with sweet enchanting.

I could feel that, the love which others
Given were like leaves and trunks
And not like roots of this peepal tree,
Which can stay long time as immortal.

I reap solitude, that my soul gains
Strength, learned to cheer upon myself.
In this setting age, mind became so delicious
To me that supreme bliss, within thyself.