‘Perfect….'
The word everything and everyone
Likes to be called as...
But what is perfect?
Who is perfect? and
Where is perfection?
Who has set the limits…
And parameters to perfection?
After all…
In this imperfect human world
Being perfect is something
Unreal and unreachable
As there is no limit for perfection
Infact, there is no such thing as perfect
Life is much more than it
It's beyond all
Perfections and imperfections…
Everything is perfect in its own way
Anything is imperfect in others way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem