Hemendra Singh Deopa
How To Be The Perfect Me! - Poem by Hemendra Singh Deopa
Walking in the time machine,
towards future and to linger in the past.
I and people nearby
I know nothing as now
what made this up to sound like a lullaby.
But then my heart kinda numb feelings hardly coming out.
All the while and ever the question is same,
how to be the perfect me.
What if I turn out to be anything but the perfect me.
Would you still love me for being just me.
Like a mess of a man.Grown up almost a half.
Own no house and no car,
but I got a feeling deep in my heart,
why is it that you always looking for the perfect me?
What makes up this world is not only love.
As I always imagined that it would be.
Look around this world torn in different worlds of mine and yours.
Opinions and different faiths.
So good to have but not by separating different races.
Does it really matter, as long as we struggle to find us in a good place.
Still everybody expect to be in perfect shape,
of the whole thing,
which ideally rather be of
body, mind and soul.
I know I also got to be part of this masquerade,
and I am walking too, walking in to that space.
Wondering how to be the perfect me, for you to please.
Turning to the future,
would I see that I be that perfect me,
I don't know, in your terms but I hope to be.
If that matters the most,
I will strive to present you the perfect me,
but all in terms of my heart.
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