If It Went Incorrect

What is the point in crying over a destroyed book, When you didn't want to know if I wrote neatly then how would it look ? Any knowledge is illegible if it's scribbled once more, Indeed, any letter sent to the future falls into the hole of gore, If a hunchback finds his hunch nothing less than spit, Then for once in his life did he ever think does he even properly sit ? His toes help him not his feet, Thus no one wishes to even meet, Nowadays even the oil boils if it's kept outside, Though we know whatever happend to Mother Nature from the inside, Nowadays the world is blind as it stays in the darkside, Why ? Because no trees or buildings are kept balanced so what remained was the flip side, How long will the poor walk on the shards of the glass we broke, At least they wish to walk though they aren't wealthy to treat even a stroke, Than the rope of suicide even the smallest waste we dump makes them choke, So did we decide to dump this folk ? If you listen to your pride you shall find hate living next door, As desiring for everything perfectly will worsen a sore, We must correct even the little mistakes, As we all now know that what will happen if it went incorrect to sow calamitous stakes.