why they find one perfect?
without knowing the fact
that always there'll be
illusion of perfection
Every good thought cant be admired
every loaded gun cant be fired
coz even the creator has
illusion of perfection
Accidents are made said thinker thinking
how can a perfect one die
with tears and cry...
There is no perfect lie to stop those tears
falling fear of loss
coz everynow n then there's toss of life
and still there's
illusion of perfection
i have been running to find that perfect soul
but everytime got a false coal
which cannot burn to give warmth to heart
which makes me to turn n dart
why are we unable to handel truth?
Seeking foot marks
of lost one
why we always feel sharktooth stabed inside
which cannot be removed....
Everyone searching for that perfect fusion
till then there'll be
illusion of perfection...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem