I at once lose temper and go to rage <br />For the satisfaction of doubtful heart <br />By tearing from life 's book a peaceful page <br />Taking fire in mouth I want to play my part. <br /> <br />I feel that they deceive me cunningly <br />This feeling fills my heart up to the brim <br />At once I am devoid of bliss heavenly <br />All bright beams of thought become dark and dim. <br /> <br />Often I come to know that my belief was wrong <br />And to the extent of shameful action <br />I was giving music to a false song <br />And feel I can never reach perfection. <br /> <br />May I get a mirror of watching doubts <br />That may tell what is right, what is wrong <br />And my conscience never to itself shout <br />With full peace may I sing life's sweet song.<br /><br />Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/often-wrong/
