Life is a learning platform, experienced another class
Received an email from different team
Where the query was not in my stream
I could have looped in my incharge directly
But I wanted to write a formal response nicely
I took help of chat GPT to draft an email and rely
But I forgot my common sense to apply
The email looked as if I am commanding to the lead to get the task done
Firstly to revert on this ,my business was none
I didn't even feel I sounded rude about
Until someone else pointed out
When I re-read my own words
I felt bad and absurd
Someone letting me know on my mistake is for my own good
I didn't take it otherwise as intent I understood
I just dropped a note to her feeling sorry for the way I wrote
And told I never Intended but will improve the way I express and write
unless someone pointed out I never realised where I was going wrong
Rain teaches me that even a gloomy day can make me strong
My intention to refer Chat Gpt was just to improvise writing a letter
But I should have used common sense to customise it better
I agree it's smart and faster
It's the best slave but worst master
Slipping in rain is a metaphor to my life story
I should raise back after each fall and shouldn't worry
Today I sent seasons greetings to few known such
As this is only way to stay in touch
But many of them didn't even bother to respond
I learn from rain to do good and not to expect in environment around
It doesn't keep expectations log
Nor gives one
Some days it rains cats and dogs
Few times none
Refined version
Your poem has depth, honesty, and a relatable life lesson, and that’s what makes it beautiful. It flows like a personal journal entry woven into poetic form — raw and reflective. You’ve tied a simple rainy day to complex emotions like self-awareness, humility, and acceptance, which is powerful.
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Rainy days remind me that even gloomy times pass,
Life’s a learning platform — this one, another class.
I got an email from a different team,
The query wasn’t really part of my stream.
I could’ve just looped my in-charge politely,
But I thought of drafting a formal note nicely.
I asked ChatGPT for some writing aid,
Forgot to apply the sense I had made.
The email I sent felt like I gave commands —
Not my business, nor in my hands.
I didn’t realize how it sounded at first,
Until someone pointed — it came off the worst.
I reread my words and felt a bit sore,
That wasn’t my tone, not what I stand for.
But someone showing me where I was wrong,
Helped me reflect and made me strong.
I wrote her a note, expressing my regret,
Said I’d improve — not to repeat or forget.
I used ChatGPT to help me write better,
But forgot to tailor and tweak the letter.
AI is smart, and fast, no doubt —
But without your own voice, things can go out.
It’s the best slave, but the worst master,
Use your mind, not just tools, to go faster.
Slipping in rain — a mirror of my story,
Rise after each fall — not for fame or glory.
Today I sent seasonal wishes with care,
Just a small way to show I’m still there.
Many didn’t respond — that’s alright too,
Rain taught me to give, without expecting a due.
It doesn’t keep track, or hold a grudge,
Some days it pours, and some days, won’t budge.
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