I am man of imperfection
Totally blinded by inaction
Not knowing inner conflict
But certainly can be called addict
“Sorry, sorry” I make an excuse
Politely turn down or refuse
Any proposal that is against interest
Show to them as if I care them as best
I always presented with precision
It was going to be my own decision
I took care not to show it as an absurd
As I wanted to look perfect and move forward
It is easy to escape veil of imperfection
Under the guise of ignorance and innocence
Some of words come to open rescue
I get what I want as share that is denied to few
You can not be perfect in real sense
Some where you will be viewed as nonsense
Utter failure and unwanted man in crowd
Where no one may take notice even if you speak loudly
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Yes then back to the quiet page, I know this feeling 16 minutes ago by leafsailors Ghost to No notice
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Very captivating. John Ravenscroft10 minutes ago Hasmukh, what is your muse? Comment +1
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I am man of imperfection Totally blinded by inaction