Everything dims down to perfection,
This slow yet steady chats become routines,
Nothing breaks but nothing stays either,
Of These are promises they secretly keep.
Everyday become a bundle of greatness,
But a steady shame fills the heart,
A regret makes its way past the emotions,
Emotions that burden a heavy heart.
This life we live so simple,
With little things that r hard to depart,
Until reality knocks the door,
And happiness leaves this heavy heart.
A little perfection is easily kept,
But imperfections remain,
Cuts and bruises fills the empty spaces,
That are dressed for those in vain.
These masks and veils when fallen to the ground,
Reveals they emotions the hide,
A prayer for a sweet smile,
Yet what's gotten is a sad life...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem