Don't Cry For Perfection Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

It will pass on to you,
From top to bottom
Better you know.

Like a fall takes
A fall to the down;
You collect the fiery
Water in your heart- a pond.

The gelid night might help in
To win the heated tears of you.
The moment you break down,
The moment you lose the crown.

Know the trifles and hear the sound,
Collect the petty for perfection around.
You are the one who roars to the sun-moon,
From down to sky, and noon to noon.