I sat at the edge of a pond and threw stones
I heard whooping sound mixed with dropping tone
I wandered how fish would behave
When they would ride on my mysterious wave
Then I started throwing some big stone again
And I started dreaming of the days again
The days when the sun danced
When clouds clapped and rain enhanced.
But it was dark so I threw stones
Heard whooping sound mixed with dropping tone.
I waited for my eyes to see the morning light
I waited my face to become alluring bright.
I believed I was in an ambient place
But as I threw stones I didn't see the water raised
Alas! I was already drowned.
Ketan Hukare
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mistakes-done/
