never learnt

when'll i learn from mistakes.

my mistakes're fugitive

but more like

a bunch of sour grapes

or may be,

half rotten yè ol' page

that oft. i fill, & refill;

do drill every moment

i'm dead-gone engaged...

with ecstasy, ablazed.

& latter,

i'm wondered,

what's happiness for sake?

is it for something..

unbought from stakes --

like the shares of real estate? 

or something belonged to one's fate?

i don't know,

what's it all 'bout, but i'm sure,

it's more like elite flake

'cause, love's sold around

but we'all frustrate...

& when i ask you

the reason,

you say, "we don't know why's that." 

i tell you the answer

that we captivate

"we're all "being-humans"... 

& oops! 

humans do mistakes 

but hardly learn anything of value 

ev'n from poor aches."