Perfect Poem by Gaurav Sharma

I’m the writer of my story, I record as it happens.

Can tell as much as I remember.

I am not me, although I admit.

Name my character, give him looks,

but I’m just an observer.

I say every page is same, nice, with white paper and black words.

You say somewhere it’s happy somewhere it’s sad.

See the thrills, rewards, lose and love.

And ask me; why, how and what next?

Well then I have nothing to say.

Thanks for feeling what I wrote,

Just don’t ask cause it’s nothing personal.

Or you will not like my answers.

You may just read on.

Or keep me in your shelf or someone else’s arms.

You’ll be an important part of me in any case.

I see a good book getting great

as I write, as things come.

Nothing was ever wrong; you and I never made a mistake.

Believe it or not, since you’re curious,

tell you the fact, this journey was, is and will always be, perfect.