In chasing worldly pleasures,
we drift from the essence of who we are.
True beauty lives not in flawless masks,
but in the truths that shape and scar.
Embrace the light, embrace the shade—
each thread weaves your unique design.
Through shadows and brilliance,
we emerge, like stars that shine.
Smiles and tears, blossoms and thorns—
they write the story of our days.
It's the contrast that defines us,
and lends our lives their grace.
Perfect in imperfection, flawed yet whole,
we are living art—divine and bold.
Our contradictions make us true,
reflecting paths we journey through.
So let us honor the scars and grace,
the joys and wounds that time bestows.
In every edge and soft embrace,
the beauty of our being grows.
Perfect yet imperfect—this is our part,
divine brushstrokes on the canvas of heart.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem